Jungle Book Inspo

A fire where I hunt, people whispering in hushed tones.

My paws burn and the child runs away. A wolf takes it humbly in.

I try to kill it, be the leader of the jungle.

Years pass of me trying to take it, the life of the boy, Control of the Jungle.

Many times I try yet I fail.

I hunt down food and go to the lake.

Lapping at water, I hear a cry.

The cry of the boy from years ago, warning of herds of buffalo coming.

Hoof beats follow every turn.

From both sides I am doomed, a flaw that this crevice has.

I cry for my last breath.

I haven't killed him but he has killed me.

This is my last breath.