The Old Alpha Male Poem by Phil Soar

The Old Alpha Male



He was so frail, that Alpha male
His age brought his demise
An interloper, bowled him over
And stared into his eyes
He tried to fight, and then took flight
No longer could he battle
He spent his old age on a farm
And ate the farmers cattle

Tuesday, September 27, 2016
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