Leo,
Lord of lions,
Saunters forth from his cage
Letting loose a right raucous roar
As he steps up to claim the center stage.
His keeper responds with whipcracks
To quell that regal rage.
The beast remains
Prideful.
Stately
He stands silent,
Sullen but hardly tamed.
The wreath of fire before him glows
Like the golden-orange tuft of his mane.
He takes a practiced pounce into
The hanging hoop of flame,
And emerges
Flawless.













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