Bob

Gorcey

THE FIRST GRADE

Today is a day like no other.
Why lioness? Why force your cub to
survive alone? I am out of my jungle.

Although scared, lonely and sad, My
Nose, it remains wet and my paws
dirty. Daddy, when are you coming back to the jungle?

All the other cubs laugh and play, but I don’t, they don’t know me, and are not like me, they would be sad.

Too afraid to snarl or growl. I Sit Silent. The predator within me begins to course through my
little veins, while I stay reserved.

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They sat in systematic Exile
The Sanctuary pierced the soul with horror Glazed blackness fell half hidden mysterious unison the tears ran silent, they love