Mountain king
Your Gold pelt
Your sharp claw
Your bold nature
That one cannot draw
You're the lion of the hills
King of the rocks
You're an icon of the mountain
You will not fit in any box
You prey on your enemies
With a merciless stare
They run for their life
But you do not care
You have your home
And protect it with care
You set out alone
To take some of theirs
You are the Mountain Lion
And all will bow before thee
You present you kingdom on high
For all to see
poem by Samuel Sweetnam
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