Queen of the Savannah

[twist]

Sleek beauty
Silently bounding
On velvet padded feet
Gold against the setting sun
In a shimmer of heat

Now pouncing
Claws out, teeth bared
Shrieking prey quickly silenced
Torn up by sabre teeth

Flick of the tail
Family fed
Yawn and stretch
The hunt is over for a while
For Queen of the Savannah

[twist]

I had an image of a lion in my mind, got out of bed in the night and wrote this.

[Melanie]

I like the first 5 lines.

[twist]

Thanks Melanie. I prefer the first stanza too but I guess I've been watching too many nature programmes which influenced me to write the last two..

[Delta40]

It seems too rushed for a lion - probably because you've plunged in at the chase and not the stalking.

[twist]

Thanks for commenting Delta. I've missed you!

[Delta40]

Lol. well I've been melting in this incredible heatwave which has now passed so I've got the energy to move off my couch and post on Lit-Net! I'll be in London next month fyi.

[twist]

I'm sure you'll appreciate the wet and cold weather in London then. We may even be lucky and have snow!

[Delta40]

I'm sure you'll appreciate the wet and cold weather in London then. We may even be lucky and have snow!

What a treat. I remember rain... It does snow here but I'm on the wrong side of the country unfortunately.