Neglected by nature
Scavenging along the living
Winners of the rigid bones
Roaming around as pernicious clan
Entering unknown turfs like home
Living behind sorrows and hunger
Laughing while biting
Camouflaged with black spots
Blending well with long savanna grasses
Minds so sharp it can cut through stone
Outcasts, yet rulers of the bush
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