the lion stands so

tall you can see his fangs gleaming

in the savanna sun and the

twisted trees reflect the shad

dows that gro w thick on the

zebra walls and i hear the

lion roar his mane is scar

rred and his grin is so sharp

i've never seen a lion as

murderous as this one as he sinks his

fangs into my bones and i wish

for the trees to stop staring at

me as they see the blood that's

spilled on the zebra wall and

i could only wish that the

savanna's hyenas would

stop laughing at my

demise