Within the far depths of a moonless night, <br />A pride stirs among the dancing shadows. <br />The herd is not aware of the danger, <br />And their movements leave a young one exposed. <br />Moving as silently as possible, <br />The pride focuses on her and moves in. <br />Driving her further away from her kin, <br />Taking her life with remorseless hunger, <br />Without mercy, without a second thought. <br />What else can be expected from a king?<br /><br />Nate Flying Owl<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lion-pride-2/
