Beware the instinctive growl
Moving slow, proud, sure and straight
Of a young lioness on the prowl.
Fearless form! Her jungle gait!
Look! Her beauty, brazen face
Hunting till the sunlight dims.
Wary prey! A smooth tireless pace
Warms the sinews of her limbs.
Roaring sounds! Rampant will!
Hushed by stalking’s deadly start,
All pay homage in the still
Revering her primeval art.
Eyes of wonder! Eyes of steel!
Born to rule and sovereign reign,
Mystery cloaks just what they feel
Unchallenged in her vast domain.
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