classic33
Leg End Member
I Am Not
Nestled perched upon my cliff
On either side the herd doth stream
At wat'ring hole they catch my whiff
The starving beast craves blood supreme
I bear and bare a serpent's fang
Inflicting burn with venom dear
And thus my prey, away it sprang
My fire's roar it's sure to hear
What am I?
Nestled perched upon my cliff
On either side the herd doth stream
At wat'ring hole they catch my whiff
The starving beast craves blood supreme
I bear and bare a serpent's fang
Inflicting burn with venom dear
And thus my prey, away it sprang
My fire's roar it's sure to hear
What am I?