They walk by me, <br />like a pack of vicious wolves, <br />eying a single rabbit. <br />I hear their low rumbling growls, <br />eyes glazed with silent hatred. Or was it envy? <br />Scared, nervous, my heart beating wildly, <br />I scuttled away <br />and gave a precious, timid smile <br />which they halfheartedly <br />with their too-white wolf teeth- <br />but the smiles only lasted for a second, <br />then was replaced with a scowl. <br />They tossed their dyed blonde, streaky hair <br />and ran away howling, <br />defeated by one confident little rabbit.<br /><br />Kelly Curiel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/popular-girls/
