The king is on the prowl
It doesn't walk, but crawl
Ordinary prey is not in its mind,
Its hunts only its own kind.
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This is a beautiful poem about one great indian species which our nation of contradiction have nearly managed to drive away by snatching its habitat.
I enjoyed this...educational too! I thought they ate all manner of beasties! Fine job :)
A good poem. congrats