The Lioness Which Sleeps

In the tall grass,

In the Savannah of Africa,

There lays a slumbering,

Slothful, rolling, and drowsy,

Beast of gold.

She sleeps and rumbles,

She closes her eyes,

She yawns and she roars.

But then she hears,

A different roar,

In her sleep,

She wakes up and looks about,

To look for the sound.

Her stomach shudders,

And another roar she hears,

She looks down and makes a face,

One of hunger and need.

She looks around with,

Sleep in one eye,

And hunger in her right.

She walks and prowls,

To sink her teeth,

Into something sumptuous.

So she shouts once loudly,

“MOM, GIVE ME FOOD”.

-Rohan

 

 

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