Leo

Majestic in all he does

A king of the wilds. 

Walking on silent paws

 A warrior of the fields. 

 He does not need to roar

 For his shaggy mane and broad muscles

 Speak volumes to those who watch in the shadows.

 A hunter of the old ways.

Every eye on him as he moves.

Awe ripples through the audience

An oddity that's captured the world

Just by being who he is

The lion is the world's deadliest hunter.

One that people fear

and yet revere.

He prowls without a sound.

Mighty is he who rules the field,

Who takes defeat without lying down.

One purpose on his mind

To be the best there is.

Single focus.

His eyes follow the

elusive prey,

He imagines the glory of success.

Desire to be like him

To be a mighty lion

yet not all can be lions

The world would be so dull if that was all there is

We need the song birds

The fleet footed horse

The happy dog

and the mysterious leopard

I love the lion

For he is a wonderful hunter

Of one minded focus

Loyal to the cause

Yet I will not hunt

as he hunts

For I am not a lion

but a puma who lurks in

The shadows.