Prowl

Lonely lion on the prowl
with eyes fixed on you, the prize,
Quietly I crouch inside
shadows of my wanting eyes.

Hunger turns into a growl,
and a swelling sense of pride,
Quickly pouncing, just in time,
Before I can change my mind.

Reviews

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

I can see a lion licking its lips as it watches its prey before jumping into action.

Good Job