King

Mane flowing like the sun's rays,

he prowls...

across the grasslands of his kingdom:

holding his head up high,

he's not afraid of anything;

that is why,

he is the King... 

of the wild, 

vast...

savanna

Creeping through the grasslands

...silent and inconspicuous,

hiding...

from his unsuspecting prey:

he lowers his head,

get's ready to pounce, 

for a minute... 

the whole world seems motionless,

for a second... 

he looks like a part of the golden sun;

to the ground he leaps...

his sharp claws pierce the skin of his bewildered prey

© Debbie Razey 2015