The Lion came out of the dried woods
it was a hot day and he needed a drink
by the gallons he thought, as he neared
the water hole, that seemed getting dry.
He was not wary of his majestic cousins
nor a group of buffaloes buried in the dirt
He bowed to them, before he dipped his neck
to lap up a bit of the precious life giving liquid.
The zebra blinked at him having his full fill
the shallow side at a distance, a herd of deer
trying to wet their throats in rationed gulps
nobody had fear of anybody at the waterhole.
The summer thirst was at its peak defying everything
the only wish everybody had was to drink some water
everything else, friend or foe, didn’t matter to them
as noble souls realized, they knew, the end was near…
Perceptions 
Nice..So happy to read poetry on animals ☺
Animal kind is one of my weaknesses…
Animals are my weakness too! Thank you! Love the photo too.
A good picture can churn out a thousand words Daal. Thank you.
nice.. haven’t read much poetry on animals…happy to note that there are people who writes for them too
It is really a great feeling to write for and about them, please try…
yeah..true..
I believe if we humans build true peace, there be a trickle down effect to all of creation.
That would be wonderful. Thank you for your thoughts.
nice one!
Thank you very much
pleasure
Very nice poem Sunith.
Thank you Agnes.
Lovely poem !
Thank you Shreya.