Like A Lion With Rabies
Roaring wild and free
Like A Lion With Rabies
Golden mane in morning sun,
Silent strength, a kingdom won.
Eyes that watch the shifting plain,
Paws that tread where few remain.
Roar that rolls across the land,
Power held in gentle hand.
Majesty in every stride,
In the lion, pride and guide.
Beneath acacia’s dappled shade,
He rests where light and shadow fade.
Whiskers twitch at distant sound,
Alert to movements all around.
Sunset paints the sky with fire,
He rises, driven by desire.
Through tall grass and evening hush,
He moves with grace, a silent rush.
Night unfolds its velvet shroud,
Stars above, a glittering crowd.
The lion’s journey has begun,
Until the rising of the sun.
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