He watches from a distance
With eyes of black and gold
No longer sleek and silent
This cat once brave and bold

Once leader of the pride
Respect he could demand
Now sleeps amidst the grasses
Of dry and baron land

He thrives on what is left
From the pride he once belonged
His scars they show the battles
Of days when he was strong

The ruler of the jungle
With cubs now still at play
Will watch them grow and carry on
To take his place one day

Copyright 2000 Fran Boppe aka Ayzha

More poems in Ayzha's Attic
"Today"
"Although We Have Never Met"

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