The Young Lions


Among the felines that we know,
The lion is a sight and sound
Distinct from any other found.

A predator from head to toe,
The female is the one you'll find
The most ferocious of her kind.

Together with her friends she hunts,
Attacking careless antelopes
Who, sadly, haven't learned the ropes.

The male bestows approving grunts
When females drag the dinner back;
There's nothing much he seems to lack.

Perhaps that's why he is so proud,
The proudest of the big-cat crowd.
All flowing mane and massive jaws,
He rules the pride with velvet paws.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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