I am Leo Proud and I roar,
my mane is my crowning glory,
when I run to catch my prey,
all you can see is a windy sable blurr,
speeding ahead with legs of steel,
a mighty animal machine who lives to devour,
I am a hunter who stalks my victim first,
and then goes onto the race of death,
salivating in my mouth thinking about blood and flesh,
a natural instinct of the wild as well as the chase,
determination and hunger drive me to attack
a frightened animal knowing its life will soon end,
the strenuous hunt is over and I roar proudly,
my queen and our cubs hear the mighty dinner bell,
we gather to feast upon our tasty meal,
our bellies are full until the next repast,
I am Leo Proud and I roar as I share this story
for all to know that I am a king of my territory
and sit upon the throne of survival.
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Author:
Summersounds68 (
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Comments3
very nice flows like water over a flat rock' rushing down the river of truth.
Wilyweed, your comment is poetic. Thank you for commenting. ~ Sonia
Great write
Tony, I appreciate your uplifting comment. ~ Sonia
Welcome
This poem moves fast...the chase is on. Fastly moving through the prairie. I can't keep up I'm a man. Leo Proud is on the prowl, look out. Fascinating!
Leo and I thank you for your comment. It is so nice to receive positive feedback on our poems. ~ Sonia
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