The Pride
The lion's thunderous roar breaks the dawn
As creatures begin to stir on the plains
To the water's edge they soon will be drawn
To quench their thirst, and their life to sustain
Lionesses gather to ambush prey
In the tall grass, in silence they remain
Suddenly the attack is underway
As frightened creatures scatter far and wide
An zebra's caught, the first meal of the day
Over these plains the king of beasts presides
And his mighty roar echoes through the pride
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