Wild Games

The lion cubs in yonder shrubs,
Scrimmage and tussle like any cubs.
An attack, a fight, a parry or two,
One will yield and one will rule.
All in good fun, all in good play,
Yet this game will really say,
Who in the future is to win or lose,
And who will fall for the trap or ruse.
Which can change, adapt and cope,
And which will die without the safety rope.
Who in the future should lead the pride,
This small game shall decide.
A paw stroke here, a leap over there,
A moment of carelessness, and though not fair,
The game is won, and a side has lost,
now give a thought to what this ‘game’ has cost.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Juan Victor]

I like the fact that your poem illustrates how instincts lead our over all success in life. Although, I believe that a lot can change through one's life by a cavalcade of experiences, its those instincts that really drive us to change, whether its better or worse. Even childhood, or in this case, animal cubhood, can determine where an individual will be headed. All I'm saying is that the foundation is important. Good show!