Woodland Gladiators

Covering the lands I graze,

Eating beans, grasses, and hays.

In field I prance and prowl,

While giving off a snort and scowl.

White flags fly sounding the alarm,

Dancing through trees to escape all harm.

Another gladiator entering the holy ground,

Will soon find out the wrath I pound.

I give warning beating the earth,

Then showing off my impressive girth.

Not deterred he comes forth to battle,

One where brains will shake and rattle.

Weapons clashing make all sorts of racket,

Attracting crowds from every teams bracket.

Triumphant winners will show off their appeal,

All the while losers end up another's meal.