[katira]

THE LION
on the hunt of cold blood, he stalks the only way he knows how
the only way he will ever hunt, in cold blood
this lion differs from others in a big way
because this lion is not part of a pride, no he romes alone
serching for his lioness and power over all, the lion
he must kill now, but not a gazele nor a buffalo ox
this time another of his kind, a lion bigger and strounger
they let out a shalow grow, and then a load raw, trying to out do the other
with in a short momment the last raw is said
two cats fly into the air, claws sharp and ready to kill
a flash of claws and teeth raw, and a fast flash of blood covers the ground
both lions toach thier toes to the ground, but only one stands strat up
the lion, small and strong stands up tall to the back of the other on the ground
the bigger lion lie on the ground but still liveing
with out a care the cold blooded kill walks away
he only cares about finding his mate
he is strougn, he is determoned
he is,
the lion.