William and Harry, the lion cubs (Number Poem)

by ashley pillay
(Gauteng, South Africa)

One day under the bright African midday sky

Two lion cubs jumped and played
and in the sandy terrain they did lie

Three meter high grass, this is the place

Four great big rocks completed the course for their race

Five minutes later and they're off

Six meters to go and William yells "enough!"

"That's seven wins for me," pronounces younger Harry with a smirk on his face

"I'm sure you'll make it eight one day," replies William as they embrace

Side by side they make their way to their pride of nine

"Ten out ten for effort baby brother," quips William "but next time glory will be mine"



The end...by Ashley Pillay