Lion Smiling
The feline bares his teeth
As he stretches to show sharp claws
Eyes narrowed and golden
And I swear I hear him laugh
Why does he toy about
When the fiend knows he's caught his prey
Eyes dart about in a panic
As the poor beast gives a shallow bleat
Hooves pound the ground
And claws dig into flesh
Red wine poors down
As a white muzzle paints itself red
Gold fur is darkened
The sky fades as the light does
The eyes roll back
And the beast falls dead
And that creature smiles up
His fangs flash as he snarls
And then he laughs
And I know it to be true
Why does he mocks the death
When he is just another in this life
Why stand above when he could easily sink below
Dirt covers his paws
But one day it will cover his bones
Cruel irony
Or simple truth
I wonder bitterly
As the sun sets
And the tires roll
And the birds cry
While the lions roar
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