More fun stuff from my youthful mind. I have not changed this except for re arranging the words.
Deep golden yellow,
The dark brown stripes.
He glows in the sunset.
Moves like a ballerina,
Graceful, lithe, silent.
The strong jaws quickly their devour prey,
They lie, comfortable and sated,
Stretched out, lazy and tired.
They play with their cubs,
Frolicking in the grass, huge paws playfully smacking them,
Restless. Waiting for the moment.
His green brown eyes, shiny in with anticipation,
The next kill, the feast.
He cleans his fur, with a tongue like sandpaper,
As he waits for night to fall.
Strong and majestic.
He prowls the night.
Rules the territory.
Slinking through the trees, unseen by the prey.
Unsuspecting, and unaware.
A shadow amongst the trees,
Not seen in the moonlight.
She is sleeping peacefully, surrounded by her cubs,
Warm, and quiet, but restless still.
Waiting, the next meal, the new day.
He returns from the kill.
A shadow once more.
Gliding, sliding, quietly through rocks, grass and trees.
(Picture courtesy of National Geographic)