My Little Lion Poem by christane darling

My Little Lion

Rating: 2.9


Robins take leave on this hots summers day
Squirrels tremble and quickly dash away
Because a small lion is on the prowl
Cunning and strong enough to kill an owl
Crickets and mice alike must beware
For he can smell your fear in the air
Creeping on his belly he searches for prey
A new victim on this hot summers day

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