RUNNER UP

Swiftly the grass rustles,
A gazelle stands proud amongst the greenery,
The orange blends in so well with the grass.
The Gazelle continues to munch
And without a hesitation,
The tiger leaps out in front,
But the Gazelle is too quick,
It sprints away but that isn’t the end,
The tiger chases after it,
Time is quick,
Flashes of colour warn the animals of the predator,
Then the tiger loses sight of the Gazelle,
But he will return.