Poem: Lions
By: Isabelle Kenyon
Flattened fur
and dampened spirits,
bodies too large to take refuge in long grass –
you lie defeated,
resigned but
waiting.
With eyes of fire
you watch for prey.
By: Isabelle Kenyon
Flattened fur
and dampened spirits,
bodies too large to take refuge in long grass –
you lie defeated,
resigned but
waiting.
With eyes of fire
you watch for prey.
