A mad beast guards
This song well.
Behind fierce eyes,
A soft melody
Wafts through bars,
A perfumed prison;
A personal Elba .
The glare proclaims:
Keep Out!
Don’t Look!
Stay Away!
While beckoning
With a delicate
Exotic beauty
Which can not be hidden.
The stare that repels
Softens to a contented gaze.
Sleep lioness;
You guard that
Which must be
Released.
Sleep and dream
Of gentle savannas
And molten sunsets.
Sleep.
© 2010 Wendy Hunt