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.

  • Author: Summersounds68 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 7th, 2017 15:55
  • Comment from author about the poem: The life of a lion.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • willyweed

    very nice flows like water over a flat rock' rushing down the river of truth.

    • Summersounds68

      Wilyweed, your comment is poetic. Thank you for commenting. ~ Sonia

    • Tony36

      Great write

      • Summersounds68

        Tony, I appreciate your uplifting comment. ~ Sonia

        • Tony36


        • rrodriguez

          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!

          • Summersounds68

            Leo and I thank you for your comment. It is so nice to receive positive feedback on our poems. ~ Sonia

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