As it sets its eyes on the silver blue moon
It lives where dark shadows loom
In the future maybe it is mngwa not lion that as a king of beasts will reign
For its muscles transfer as it runs with a power of a moving train
But it is not only its physical strength
That has the hunters so concerned
It is the fact that as the moon has a deep thinker’s countenance
So does the mngwa whose stealth ferocity and especially conning are immense
The roar of mngwa chills the bone to the core
It probably sounds like the devil would be ripping out unfortunate soul
The mngwa’s color is mostly grey
And it is striped like a tabby hunter’s say
It haunts probably every day
Hunting probably all kinds of prey
Abyss of death lies in its eyes
Yet it will look quite beautiful when from the ground it will rise