The lion

I am a lion, a hunter in grass
I like to lay low as the people go past
My eyes are still focused at the prey that I seek
it is under a branch, I can see a form peek
The winds in the air making the tall grass flow
I move my paws gently and crotch down below

Now it the time that I will jump on my game
Its moving quite fast now, life will never be the same
I pounce on this target my claws catch my foe
and I roll over backwards grabbing it with my toes
It was only a feather, but it’s still so much fun
I’m called lion the kitten and I play in the sun.