Loke Kok yee


Death In The Bush-The African Lion - Poem by Loke Kok yee

The ground trembled, hoofs flew by, bones cracking midst a muffled cry
The mud bloodstained, still they came, while vultures waited in the sky

A cloud of dust trailed the herd as they moved through the parched plain
From waterhole to waterhole, through arid and hostile terrain
A pride of lions lingered near, waiting for chance to make a call
Drawing on all their experience, to ensure success would befall
As the herd approached a gully, the pride started to make their move
They sneak in front for an ambush, and a blunder it would be proved
When there were sheer walls to pass through, the wind unexpectedly changed
The herd panicked and turned around, stampeding in a state deranged
Buffaloes with fear in their eyes, thundered on like a tidal wave
The pride had nowhere safe to run, their circumstances became grave
The herd relentlessly ploughed through, the pride caught in a space confined
When the dust finally settled, the vultures assembled to dine

Topic(s) of this poem: nature


Comments about Death In The Bush-The African Lion by Loke Kok yee

  • Akhtar JawadAkhtar Jawad (7/5/2017 9:02:00 AM)

    I have seen that video purchased by National Geographic Channel, you have written a lovely poem on it. (Report)Reply

    Loke Kok Yee(7/6/2017 9:14:00 AM)

    Must be an exciting docu, unfortunately I have not seen it. Thank you sir.

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  • Geeta Radhakrishna MenonGeeta Radhakrishna Menon (7/3/2017 12:56:00 AM)

    Buffaloes with fear in their eyes, thundered on like a tidal wave
    The pride had nowhere safe to run, their circumstances became grave
    The herd relentlessly ploughed through, the pride caught in a space confined
    When the dust finally settled, the vultures assembled to dine

    A powerful poem of the survival of the fittest. The the whole act brings about a feeling of terror
    and keeps you glued to the seat like watching a horror film.
    Brilliant usage of words in the poem.
    Loke, you are a dramatic and a brilliant poet.
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    Loke Kok Yee(7/5/2017 4:12:00 AM)

    Dramatic? I'm not sure but brilliant I'm not. Nevertheless your generous comment did made me felt a little clever! Thank you Geeta for the nice feeling.

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  • Simone Inez Harriman (6/30/2017 12:43:00 AM)

    My heart rate went up reading your poem. Buffalo stampeding on mass on a pride of lions would be absolutely gruesome. A well penned poem on how the hunt tables can turn. (Report)Reply

    Loke Kok Yee(7/5/2017 8:06:00 AM)

    Nature had always been about survival and death. Without interference from man, the balance is always maintained. Thank you Simone.

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  • Valsa GeorgeValsa George (6/30/2017 12:39:00 AM)

    Loke....you have created a live scene before us. This combat, most of us have witnessed on Animal Planet or the National Geographic channel! However you have succeeded remarkably in giving it a verbal form....! Each word used here is steaming with horror and suspense! This poem is also an example to prove that unity is strength! By standing together, the buffaloes succeeded in cornering a formidable pride of lions....! A sure 10 (Report)Reply

    Loke Kok Yee(7/5/2017 4:21:00 AM)

    The poem was not too difficult to write but looking for an appropriate picture took a lot of browsing!
    Thanks Valsa, as always you you make my day with your kind comments

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 29, 2017



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