Only The Strong Survive

Tall jungle grass to hide from prey,
at dinner time to seek.
In silent stalk he hides away,
with shiny coat so sleek.

To run the distance with such pride,
out maneuver the lame.
To win or lose, let fate decide
the winner of the game.

The weak against the mighty strong,
shifty eyes that pierce.
As vulgers wait for death's sweet song,
from its jaws so fierce.

So swift is he upon his feet,
strikes without warning.
So nonchalant in his deceit,
among new day morning.

Survival of the fittest plays,
on serengeti plains.
Above the grassland, purple haze,
the king of beasts still reigns.

Posted on 5/15/2007 10:57:21 AM