Poetry

Cecil

Spring forth

Crouch low

Take a deep breath and lunge

Lunch

Majestic being

Graceful even

Sauntering in the savannah

Ferocious growl

Quivering jaw

Bloodied by the luscious hunt

Wait, hold on

Here turn the tables

The strike of an arrow

The pain of betrayal

Death awaits at the door

Crowning glory of the pride

King of Kings

No longer there to roar into the night

And send threats asunder

The pain you bore

Makes our hearts sore

Rest in peace dear one

We shall fight

For every creature has one right

The right to life

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