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Qinyuan Yang

The Sentinel

Scurrying,
He skitters quietly
Like wind passing through leaves.

Blinking,
She detects him, sniffs
With her eyes wide open.

Turning,
She creeps over, crawls
To the yellowed newspaper.

Pausing,
With vigilance she stares,
A sentinel still as a statue,
Awaiting her chance to pounce.

Listening,
She hears the squeak,
Gathers her feline powers,
Leaps to the timeworn wall.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]