King Of The Jungle Poem by Maya Hanson

King Of The Jungle



Let them be as squirrels,
timid and hiding in their hollow trees,
hoarding a supply of nuts as winter comes.
Let them be as squirrels,
skittish and alert as they cross the deserted road,
trusting only each other and the natural world.

I'd rather be a lion,
rearing as I stand on the mountaintop,
controlling the world as I let loose my roar.
I'd rather be a lion,
king of the jungle,
snarling and racing and always winning,
roaring my roar.

I'm the one sparking fear,
not the one feeling it.
I'm the one controlling,
not the one being controlled.
Confident and strong,
I stand tall on the mountaintop.

I'd rather be a lion.

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