Friday, 21 August 2020

The Lion and his perfect spot

As the sun goes down,
The sky turns purple-pink,
And it's time,
For arrival of mighty king.

The cowardly wilder beasts,
And gentle giants,
Feast on wet grasses,
While their king arrives.

The lion king arrives,
With unbroken pride,
And strolls his land lazily,
Searching for perfect spot to rest.


And he gets,
What he wants,
A perfect place,
To rest and then hunt,
While the others continue with their work.

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