Miss Missy is a Lion

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

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