Strong and full of pride,
Mohawk ruled the Savannah,
On the horizon was Nairobi countyside,
and his home was with his army.
As he lay on his rock he notices a hole, a crack
as a cat, his curiosity led him through,
little did he know that this journey
would be the one to land him on his back.
After hours of treading and curbing fears,
Exploring the new world that was new to him,
Watching the creatures who regularly peered at him,
Enjoying the environment that was once theirs.
in the distance Mohawk spots some food,
chickens, goats help increase his mood
slowly by slowly he goes to satisfy his desire
one more bite and I will go back to my brood.
This poem is dedicated to our fallen lion Mohawk. Let your example never be forgotten neither taken for granted.