The Bengal
The Bengal
By: Hobbes
As silence falls upon the grasslands
The bengal stalks his prey
Hidden in his camo where he stands
He never backs away.
He uses the grass and the wind and the trees
To hide his form and scent
And the prey that he now sees,
will not know where he went.
The wind sings songs of hunts from past
as the hunter takes chase
And like a blur he moves so fast
you'd never see his face.
His prey is lost he has no clue
of what is yet too come
And then he jumps his aim so true
and catches his prey dumb.
The brothers roll and tustle strong
Until their mother calls
They fill the air with their playful song
And neither of them falls
Into the water they both dive
Too cool off from the heat
They're so happy to be alive
And bask in natures treat.
The bengal brothers play and play
And never tire out
In the water they love to stay
And love to splash about
They prance about in bliss all day
Until the sun goes down
Then to their mom with no delay
Who greets them with a frown.
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