Story Of An African Pride Poem by Pratik Amburle

Tall was the grass in savanna
And I was the new striker of our pride cabbana,
Meredith was the one, whom I observed as I was to be her filler
Slow, cautious, sharp, strong was she as experienced predator,

Pride was hungry on for days and nights
Worst time of the year…. For our meals..It was struggle and fight,
I learned from my teacher as she killed small prey
But for pride of 7 it was only smoke and hay,

Days passed by on water and gazing cobras
Until one fine day our paths met a herd of zebras,
Our hopes once again relied on Meredith
I was not anxious and I could see a zebra’s death,

She paced through the grassland and tried taking hold of his vocal mike
Alas for a beast with only black n white vision, grass and stripes looked alike,
She missed and landed her jaw against the ground
And that’s when I decided to pump in on this filthy hound,

I chased him to open fields until he started to hike
I took my leap and stuck razor teeth in his wind pipe,
I had brought down the 350 pounder and everyone gathered for meal
Pride feasted upon my first kill until they heal,
So I became alpha striker and Meredith could now rest
I fed my pride many times after that, till there was a new best.