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Queen of the Jungle
My ears prick at the slightest sound,
and my eyes watch for any movement,
as Queen of the Jungle, I proudly wear my crown.
I roar like the rumble of thunder,
a warning, the black panther's on the hunt,
there is no mercy for you,
if my paw you find yourself under.
02/01/06.
poem
by
Liz Munro
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