the old lion

the old lion
i may be the kitten who lived
17 years of her life with lions
but i live
to tell the tale of the girl who lived
who loved the old ugly lion.
she licked his battle scars
gently with her little pink tongue
even as he grabbed
her neck in his jaws and shook
her and left her for vultures
to pick.

the faintest meow will always echo
in the lion’s ears
someday he will learn
the cure for his guilt and self loathing
– hidden in arrogance
and the attitude
reserved for an asshole–
is to love that kitten
and keep her safe
from the wolves.

hopefully he will learn
this before her bones
are licked clean
and given to puppies
to chew.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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