The bulky-bodied
Sturdy beast,
Robust and hurly-burly
With the hairs hanging
From the neck,
Growling
And glowing-eyed
Straightened into
Ferocious and furious,
Bloody and heinous.
How the face,
How the imagery,
How the picture,
It resting, resting beneath,
The lion,
Lion big and burly,
Sturdy and mighty
Ready to attack
And drag!
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