I run through a dry, grassy plain all day.
All you see for miles is just grass and occasionally a tree.
I watch for lions as there is a chance I might get eaten.
Lions like to maul me as well as tigers
Because I'm super tasty to them.
I look like a horse.
But I am not.
I sound like a horse.
But I am not.
I have stripes.
I examine the ground for food.
I stalk my prey.
But the grass is no match
For my ultra sharp teeth.
I hear a noise.
A growling.
And a quick whip of the lions tail.
His mouth is open.
I have no time
To run away in terror.
You've just witnessed an act of nature.
I once was a zebra,
But now, I'm just another lions snack.
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