Samuel Sweetnam

Your Gold pelt
Your sharp claw
Your bold nature
That one cannot draw

You're the lion of the hills
King of the rocks
You're an icon of the mountain
You will not fit in any box

You prey on your enemies
With a merciless stare
They run for their life
But you do not care

You have your home
And protect it with care
You set out alone
To take some of theirs

You are the Mountain Lion
And all will bow before thee
You present you kingdom on high
For all to see