Crouching Lion, Marble Statue

by Felix O. 
(6th Grade)

Striding down the museum halls, head turning side to side, breath trapped inside my bones,
happiness swelling beyond measure, I come to the masterpiece itself.

It growls at me
It measures me,

Slowly dusting myself off, rising from the pearly marble ground, I come face to face with the beast itself, its red eyes glowing, teeth sharp as knives. It jumps.

“Perfect.” I remark
A smile carves its way onto my face
I pick my pen off my paper


PS 122 Mamie Fay School, Queens, NY
Bertha Rogers, writer‐in‐residence



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