A Poem Inspired by
"Ol' Blue Eyes"
King of the jungle
His gaze greatly feared
With piercing blue eyes
His prey have been seared
King of the beasts
His mane a display
Locks of spun gold
Fill prey with dismay
King of the felines
His claws sharp as nails
One look at their image
His prey rightly quails
King of the pride
His roar of delight
One call to battle
Sends prey into flight
A Poem Inspired by “Ol’ Blue Eyes”
