A lion stole my heart today
And he didn’t have to try.
He rolled around – a cat at play,
He’s made art of being sly.
I sat, in awe, and watched his breath
A rise and fall so slow.
His comfort a result of death
This hunter with no bow.
*Rhiannon Oset* © June '09
And he didn’t have to try.
He rolled around – a cat at play,
He’s made art of being sly.
I sat, in awe, and watched his breath
A rise and fall so slow.
His comfort a result of death
This hunter with no bow.
*Rhiannon Oset* © June '09
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