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.