Incalculable power a god given wealth,
With paws and claws and incredible jaws;
He makes the rules and the hunting laws.
The little one to stray,becomes his prey;
He'll sleep at night and wait for food in the day.
His brides do seek the food to slay,
Leaving the king to roll and play.
Always proud to be head of the pride,
The food that's left,he'll carefully hide.
Although with stealth and extremely strong,
It's the hunter who knows,he'll do some wrong.
Shot in the head with a bullet of lead....
End on a rug at the side of some bed.
(Artist and Poet)