I see gazelle and gazelle sees me. I watch gazelle as he crosses the stream. I hunt gazelle and gazelle fears me. One day I'll catch him and feed my family. Gazelle, I see you jump. I see you dance across the field . You could be my lunch. You could be an intimate lover or possible meal. Gazelle, won't you stay for dinner? You are my special guest. I won't take a no for an answer.
Gazelle, it's just a hunch. That you and I were never meant to be. Your luscious crunchiness. A taste I may never absorb. So it's back to the zebra, the yak, or hyena. Quietly I peek through the foliage. And gaze upon a graceful gazelle. I try not to disturb him. But my clumsiness just gives me away. He runs off in laughter. The gazelle I was after. Quietly I lost gazelle.