In the grasses the Lions wait,
watching keenly their prey
as they gather in large groups to chase.
They run with stamina and grace.
Through their strength they kill the prey.
Even when it is raining and grey.
But in the event of a missed lunch.
They have to keep at it every day.
Given their pride it is killed with a crunch.
When it is time to eat
they bite and eat the flesh.
Leaving the bones to protrude
they do not leave any for that seams rude.
To resume their sunny spot seat.
Lion packs roam on the plains.
Their pride are loving to their own.
Grooming each other in the sun
where the deer and antelope roam.
Reducing their hunger pains.
Each time they hunt they rest after.
They eat until they are full.
The male lions have a main of hair on their head and neck.
The females compared are not dull.
The couples hang out and in the distance are little specks.
Hear the Lions roar!