A Poh-emm (poem)
The lioness's lovely face
Natural beauty and grace
A fire burns behind those eyes
Hinting much behind the disguise
Great determination and wit
Life's adventures keep the blaze lit
She runs athletic and strong
With fierce rugged charm she chases along
A cub plays in the grass nearby
Swatting and batting a noisy fly
Already skilled at hunting and prowling
She marks herself with soft purrs and playful growling
Nonchalantly observing sits a lion in shade
Yet the gleam in his own eye cannot be stayed
Beaming honor and strength, they simply confide
The view before him is his Pride.
1 comment:
you are sure creative! Where did you get that gene?
love mom lassen
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