No Mercy
The lovely lion cub
was just born!
It stepped into the river,
Humming a song!
And to drink a little bit!
The cool sensation of the water
Spread all over it!
Slowly it drank and drank
Without a stop
Unaware of the danger
Lurking at the mountain top!
Suddenly it heard a huge roar
And the lion cub started to run
Without completing its drink
In the bright sun!
But before it could breathe
The intruder, the male lion was quick
And in a few minutes
The cub was no more!
All but a carcass
By the RiverShore
Srinidhi.R [Nid]
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