Lions rush fields of lush weeds to chase <br />out the wild game...These hunted prey, run <br />and jump only to save their own hides from <br />killing machines who want to kill and mame! <br />Blood squirts all over the place as jaws <br />with pressure so strong, that they could <br />bite in two, a Godzilla or King Kong! Hark! the <br />wild birds fly and flutter out of the bush, <br />escaping death's door...Alas once more, I <br />am soon to be no more but very aching and <br />sore! How can i hide from monsters whom are <br />out hunting me by my scent? Since these <br />accursed beastial hunters have a very keen <br />sense of smell...Oh well, oh hell-i guess <br />i'll end up dying instead of having to <br />tell! 01-18-2006'. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Michael Jeffrey Gale<br /><br />Michael Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-lion-or-lyin-around/
