Silverback

The Silverback
Stands erect
His sleek back arched
Shoulders thrust towards the sky
His chisled chest heaves
As he throws his head back
And lets out a roar
And with a snort
He takes off running
His hands in tight fists
Pummeling the ground
With each rhythmic stride
Green branches, shrubs and small trees
Splintering and flying off
In all directions
Small animals scurrying away
In fear
Faster and faster
With each step
Each pounding of the ground
Has more force
The land shuddering under
The force of those
Mighty clinched fists of stone
Till he breaks through the foliage
Into the clearing
At last
He stops abrubtly
As he catches sight of her
When she turns to face him
He bellows out another
Powerful roar
Lowers his head
With the intense stare of
Piercing eyes
He then growls low
And steady
From down deep in his throat