A Lion's Call

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Hey everyone, this is @Dreamyme123 here, and this is my first poem! Sorry it's not very good, I've never done much poetry before!

My hair whips through the air,
twirling and winding
through the bitter iciness.
A piercing whistle,
fills the air, as sharp,
and forbidding
as a slice
of a knife.
That is the signal.
We leap forward,
surging through the trees,
like a lion
pouncing,
on his prey.
I pull back the string
let my arrow
whistle past my hands,
and I watch it,
in slow motion,
chasing down its target,
before perfectly embedding itself in my own prey.
The lion walks away as the sun sinks and glowers proudly into eternity.

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