Lion

by Harshita Das aged 11

The majestic creature
Walked out the cave
It had golden fur
And a magnificent mane
It walked across
Pacing back and forth
Roared at the cave
Another one came
The same golden fur
She walked elegantly
Without a mane
She eyed the lion wearily
‘I will take care of them’ she said
As the lion left
Three little cubs
Came out next
All playing
With each other
As the lioness sat
Watching them
Each were as beautiful
As their parents
With playful smiles
They tugged at each other
And a painful smile
Tugged at the lioness’ mouth
Possibly wondering
When they would grow up
And take care of themselves
She would have to see them go
While they played
The male came in
Grinning wildly
Holding a hunk of meat
Between its teeth
And the children pounced
On it
As the family sat comfortably
In their little cave
Enjoying the meal

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