Serengeti Siesta Poem by Denis Martindale

From lion cub to lion king,
He lay there so serene,
As if in charge of everything
And who could intervene?
Though Man encroached his dark domain,
The lion kept his cool,
It was his destiny to reign,
Strength was the golden rule...

Two grim-faced Titans 'neath the sun,
Two lions toe-to-toe,
They fought it out till he had won,
The other forced to go...
Imagine scars that told the tale,
Beyond the hateful scowls,
One to succeed and one to fail,
Triumphant roars and growls...

But when such battles all subside,
The alpha male is known,
Stared at with eyes now open wide,
For he is king alone...
The Serengeti's then serene,
The victor takes his rest,
Because at last the truth is seen...
He proved he is the best...