I have a need for helming, for my passion’s overwhelming
I prowl beneath lush canopy’s in May.
I have this yearn for biting, everything that I am fighting,
although stout, even lions can fall prey.
And after I have slaughtered, at the hole, I will get watered,
then lay aside the river to get cool.
In my mind I do ponder, where on earth next, I will wander,
I think I’ll mosey over to the pool.
The reflection of my stature lets `all know, I’m the catcher,
I steal the lives of those that are too slow.
If they could just run faster, they would slip through my disaster,
and I would have to starve or go eat crow.
I stretch and start my yawning; a new day will soon be dawning,
I lick my paws and gear up for my sleep.
And as I lay there dreaming, my unconscious mind still scheming,
I hear a sound and wake up with a leap.
Could it be cheetah's cheating or a zebra that is bleating
or a jaguar that’s stuck atop a tree?
Could it be a yak that’s yakking or deer that keeps on slacking
or maybe it’s a pronghorn’s begging plea?
As I stalk this wild chatter, I see pigeons as they scatter.
something, has made them all, just fly away.
And as I’m drawing nearer, the game starts becoming clearer,
I’m really counting on this grand buffet.
Now I doubt what I’m seeing, an upright two-leg being!
How can this be two legs and a short mane?
Oh! I see it’s just a monkey; he looks like he is spunky,
I’ll have to tease `cause this is my domain.
That monkey is so speedy and I’m not that really needy,
I think I’ll growl and scare him, to a fall.
But I hear his freedom calling, the monkey now is bawling,
I just love me… my big bad self and all…
This lion cat is happy though at times I do get snappy,
depending on my mood I can be nice.
I left that monkey swinging just because of all his screaming,
and made a meal of termites and some mice,
As I stroll in all my power, I stop to sniff a flower,
a smell in nature I’ll not soon forget.
I am tired and so sleepy and my eyes are growing weepy,
I’m just a pussycat I must admit.
As I watch the sunset drooling, I feel a wind so cooling,
my mane is gently blowing with the breeze.
This day I’ve done my duty as I ponder all the beauty,
while snoozing underneath the jungle trees.
Author notes
Written October 10th, 2006
In a list
A contest entry
- prewrites are... by individuality.
300 points, ended October 11, 2006, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Lol.It's good to see that you didn't waste your write after all.Congrats on the silver and even though this was good this would have probably seen you eliminated
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Congratualtions on your award
a wonderful job and very well deserving
thanks for sharing
Warm thoughts
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lol, I too get overwelmed at times.
Thanks for the comment
Cindy
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hehehe i can relate to this, i have a passion for fighting lol in my younger years i was always in scrapes nothing has changed over time, i still find myself in scrapes.
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This is delightful!!! It is actually perfect for the other contest, round 5....hmmmm, well a delight to read, wherever it's posted!
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This is fantastic and your background is superb.
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Good luck n contest
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i will come back later and read your poem, lol at the moment i am a little typsy so in a few hours i will read
is that a packet and pork sracthings in your pocket 
hehehe bacdk in a bit
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