In the winter months you would
find me sleeping in my cave
The bones of weaker prey are
sprawled about
None dare awaken me for death
would be certain
Yet my deep slumber is disturbed
by the sent of female
With a snarl I warn all would be
contenders lurking about
I stretch and yawn and sharpen
my claws on my cave wall
I emerge to a bright morning sun
Shemale dazzles my senses
I perch on a high rock
Below, maidens are trembling in
the brush like lost lambs
It was then I thought to myself
Surely..I shall pounce on them all.

Lol