Big Cats
The great cats are divine,
they might lay like kittens at your feet
but they walk like masters of the veldt,
their rippling forms are a shadow, a dream,
to the breathless advance of the jungle steam
rolling over your heavily beating heart,
and they hear...
you might fear of the things they can hear,
things never meant for a human ear,
but your strong young lion is near...
and his purpose is clear,
the question is, what do you fear?
A powerful form that rubs at your legs
laying his mane on your thighs,
but never gaze deep in his eyes,
... don't assume you can tame
the most dangerous game
ever to frame the savanna skies.
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