Miss Missy is a lion
prowling through
the Serengeti
She makes this quite known
when I accidentally trip
upon her on the stairs
Although her eyes sting
and her tail crooks
where I’ve trodden
she yowls fearsomely
and scratches retribution
Tag: lion
Gold
Gold on gold
Sleeping lions lie
On the Serengeti
Stone Sentry
In the tingling cold
The lion’s mane
Grows large and bold
Coated by a gentle snow
His stone façade
Becomes a show
Of tranquil night
And calming deep
A vigilant guard, at last
Asleep
RED GLADIOLA 