Lion in the grass
eyes shiny, and ready
eyes shiny, and ready
Silky in the grass
he slips past me
And as the sun floats
the winged things too
Up they go,
Two things turn blue
Meeting is uncertain
the end waits, timid
The lions love to tell
but courage isn’t their side
Tight as jaws,
the things love to lie
And so crumble
against broken words
The sweet coo of a roar
the fallen aches of ash
Is all that’s left
and the way is gone
