The Mighty Lion - Poem by Jon McIntosh
A rock rises in the grasslands,
a beast stands upon it.
A grumble rises from his belly,
a roar escapes his throat.
His teeth are bared
as a herd of antelope gallop by.
His legs are bent,
ready to pounce.
Then, in a wild flash,
the mighty lion has food for a king.
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