[Mother]
Breeze whispers through the tall grass plain
And pawed limbs tense, and clench the grains of
Sandy earth that hides the roots of
Massive trees and tiny shoots
Twitching ears seem close to hearing
The sound of predatory feet
Sneaking through savannah shrubs,
The Mother stalking with her cubs
Gazelle are nervous, silent mice
As big cats creep up from behind
Drawing nearer, not a sound
Is made by hunters on the ground
The hungry cubs are licking lips
The prey retreating bit by bit
A sudden pounce, ferocious mouths
The Mother feeds her children.
Hello,
My name is Conor Maloney, and I'm a writing consultant from Ireland and a native speaker. The above text is the last poem I wrote for a client. It will be no problem to write something with three literary devices and to explain them in a separate document. Your poem can be ready for you in the next few hours.
All the best,
Conor