The Lion

December 3, 2008
The lion’s mane is like strands of honey,
His roar is a rumble that rattles the sky.
His paws pad along like a whisper of spring,
His pounce is as heavy as iron and steel.
The lion’s coat dazzles as gold as the sun,
His teeth are a never ending night.
The lion’s eyes are a mystery,
Of terrifying beauty.

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