Came to circle, to yowl
To prey upon us in the end
Into a small space, to prowl
With the strength of its pride
It tore up wide a big opening
And its mouth opened wide
For a sickening happening...
Forecasts warned, a storm
We were not prepared
As evil performed
Subtlety aired
This poem would look great in a lion's mouth!
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