The Cowardly Lion Poem by The Erusartan

The lion hid amongst the grass, his courage diminished
If he couldn't face the wild, he knew he'd be finished.
To be with pack- bounding in exalt,
A predatory express, with his heading onwards-no sign of halt.
He stalked the grass, trying to build up the nerve,
Swiping in practice, with hooks and curve.
He bided his time, and his confidence grew,
So that when prey finally came - he knew what to do.