The poem is in Notes and Credits. No, this is not about the football team. In fact this poem is about female empowerment and strong women. It is about how the humble lioness is just as important as the lion. It is about how the lioness is worthy of more respect. It is about how the lioness is just a mighty and focussed on her target as the lion. It is about female strength. This is an entry for a competition, but I was going to release this anyway, as I feel I wanted to write this poem anyway. If you read my poems, try and click the green flag before you read them - that's the only way they can get views and I'd love to see how many of you read my work! Thanks. P.S, I'm not very good at poetry, this is actually one of my first and sorry if it's a bit long, but I would appreciate any constructive criticism from more experienced poets. Thank you! Poem Number Two.
Look! Over there! That golden creature, Muscles taut in the honey sunlight, Perfectly still, Crouched in the swaying blades of grass, Eyes unwavering from its target. Amber eyes, scanning the gaps between beige blades, Aware of every movement, Alert, Ready. Suddenly, In the blink of an eye, It pounces. The poor soul it caught hangs limp from its claws, And the creature lets out a mighty sound, A powerful blast, A victorious bellow, A resounding roar. But this creature, What is it? No, not a lion. No mane. This is a lioness. The she-lion. The under-appreciated female counterpart To the mighty king of the savannah. No. She is not a lion. She is not the king. She is a queen, A warrior, A mighty lioness.
