The King of Beasts
The lion lay hidden
from the noonday heat
thick scrub surrounding
only movement a flick
of an ear as he listens
tuned to all around him
Lazily he stretches
tail slowly swishing
he draws himself up
standing full height
he now towers above
the small clump of scrub
Making one wonder
how it so perfectly
gave him camouflage
impressive as he strides forward
Roaring calling out to his pride
answering distant roars reply
he strolls towards the sound
king of all his surrounds
All scatter before him
as they catch his scent
he slowly prowls his lands
not yet time for the hunt
he marks trees as he passes
Letting all know this land
belongs to him alone
climbing a hillock
he stands in silhouette
true king of the beasts
written 03/24/2013
The lion lay still and silent
under the thorn trees patient.
The odd flicker of an ear
as he watches a deer.
Lazily he stretches, tail swishing
at full height he is now standing.
The small clump diminishes now shrunken
the screech and flapping of a startled chicken.
He calls to his pride bellowing
roars across the savannah echoing.
First he claims then he challenges
his rivals soon scatter as he plunges.
In silhouette he stands against the landscape
a final series of roars, as they escape.
Magnificent beast in his full prime
this king continues to rule for a time.
written 03/15/2015
contest: The Makeover
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