ZaZu to the Hyenas

I remember a time of "i can't wait to be king"
and lion cubs causing mischief for the sole purpose of
turning these feathers from blue to grey
causing molting to begin way too early.

I remember a time of clear skies and
green grasses grown tall, perfect for future bosses
to perfect hunting skills and scaring the life out of
me, the unwilling prey.

I remember a time or roars and rules
where the Pride Kindom still had its pride,
where stomachs didn't growl and my view
was never limited to this darkened cave.

And you, you come here with your laughs
annoying enough for the rains to abandon us,
and the grasses give way to dusty wastelands
as you demand your songs.

Well,
Somehow I find myself ill-equipped to recite
"I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts"
from inside the whitened bones of lion ribs.