King of the Jungle
furry fingertips danced around the head
shaggy and zigzagged,
Somehow making him seem more fierce
made sense as he was the king
fingertips of green rose up to meet him,
hiding him so he could wait for his prey
he crouched lower and lower
sensing an injured gazelle.
jumping finger tip flew past,
sticking from green fingertip to green fingertip
a warm summer day in Africa,
a great day to be a predator.
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