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THE JUNGLE







THE JUNGLE





The herd move slowly along the barren arid land
Their heads to the floor in search of food and water,
Tired, hungry and thirsty onward they move
Unaware that soon there would be a slaughter.





The lioness moves stealthily trailing the herd
Watching, waiting for the weakest of the bunch,
The rest of the pride is never far behind
For when she strikes they will have their lunch.





The lioness moves closer ready to pounce
As one of the herd begins to go astray,
The time is right and so she makes her strike
Rushing to sink her teeth into her prey.





The animal squeals in pain and horror
And it tries to flee but it has no chance,
The rest of the pride is there at the ready
Then they begin to make their advance.





They all tear at the pour helpless soul
They taste the blood and are in for the kill,
They pull this way and that while it still lives
They don`t stop until their goal they fulfill.





Although the lioness does the killing
It is the king of the jungle that eats first,
He has the proverbial `lions share`
The rest have to wait for what they thirst.





Could this be where the saying comes from
About the female of the species
Being more deadlier than the male?
Shows females are strong not sissies.





It`s a jungle out there in more ways than one
We have to watch out for a sudden attack,
You never have a one to one fight anymore
Nowadays you are up against the pack.





So always remember a simple golden rule
Be on your guard if you want to live and thrive,
Stay close don`t stray from the main body
`Cause in the jungle only the strong will survive.






copyright©2010 Elsie


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