The King

A majestic figure

Moves through the jungle.

 

The buzz of chatter

Fades away at this appearance.

 

Not a soul

Dares to move a muscle.

 

His Majesty treads lightly,

As if walking on air.

 

A shriek comes

From the canopy above.

 

He stops.

His royal ears prick up.

 

Look carefully,

And see his muscles tense.

 

A wind comes,

Blowing thick hair across his face.

 

He lifts his head

And lets out a roar.

 

A roar

That shook the trees.

 

A roar

That woke the forest.

 

A roar

From the lion,

His Majesty.

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[Awkward]

This is really good, I again I love how simplistic your writing is yet it has such a nice effect. Keep up the good work. Thanks for sharing.