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Ruffles in the grass heard from far away

The smaller creature runs, and tries to flee

Through the trees, he emerges with a “Hey!”

We humans here a roar being let free



He is like the lion except, not sly

He stomps sonorously through the terrain

And his prey stoops low wishing he could fly

The predator swoops down, his weight a train



He did not think, he should’ve know he’s tall

He began to lean, falling to the ground

He tumbled onto the grass, crushing all

And He landed with a horrendous sound



So the pleased praising prey took his long leave

For his life, he had managed to retrieve.





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