The White Lion Poem by Uche Nwanze
The White Lion
The Lion has left his lair after having a hair breadth escape from the red Eagle
He is in a fair in hibernation island
Now he cries foul that t'is not fair
The pair of the Lion and the cub in the pride will clutch at any straw
The trail seems to have gone cold
Sunday, July 7, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: hair,pride,red
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
It is pure human instincts to survive In a dog eat dog world. Here the hunter becomes the haunted.
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