The Bully Who Fed on Innocent Souls

A lion creeps Through the grass Silently stalking A zebra unaware Chewing the grass Innocent and vulnerable The lion’s eyes See fresh meat No thought comes To the feelings of the zebra The lion roars And comes running The zebra’s startled It tries to escape And wonders what He had done To deserve such a fate But, as the lion knew, The zebra was too slow And the lion succeeded The zebra fell prey To the dastardly lion Who fed on innocent souls