Winning Poem

He stands on top of the hill
With his head held high.
He makes sure no one will defeat him,
Or his jungle.
He comes out with a big loud roar,
While the wind is blowing his mane.
He runs fifty miles per hour,
To catch his yummy prey.
His fierce attitude tells him he can do anything.
That’s is why he isn’t a chicken.

Later when he is tired,
He comes home to his family,
His cubs and wife.
He makes sure they aren’t hurt,
And sends them off to bed.
He kisses his wife goodnight,
Then sends her to bed.
The Moon is out and he gives one roar,
“Stay away from my family! Goodnight.”