Poem/Short Story:
In the long beautiful grasslands
A lion lurked by
Looking for a place
To use as a supply
For a meal to hunt
To feed his descendants,
But was there anything
For him to apply?
In the long beautiful grasslands
A tiger went for a lie
To sleep in the comfort
Of the long grass strands,
He left the wound bleeding
As an exchange to a soft pleasing
But was there anything just too appeasing?
The Lion looked up
Merry and please
To see a meal
Laying in ease,
Stepping lightly forward
The tiger awoke
With a crack of a twig
And an uneasy twitch,
"May I use your meat as a meal?"
"Why are you questioning me in my despair? Can you not see that I am unable to make a change to your plans?"
"To be a fair father to my descendants,"
"But are you ever fair when killing dear?"
"Yes, God has created them to server me as food,"
"And isn't fair to use me as a meal?"
"No, as you are part of the family,"
"And does that affect your meal?"
"If affects the laws of the family, the laws of the beasts, and the laws of life,"
"I see my friend, but are you fair enough to save a soul?"
"Yes, follow me through the gates of life."
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Short StoryThis book contains my dreams and some short stories that I've created. Feel free to read my awkwardly weird book. :3 I've also included my sister's dreams', and they're really funny sometimes. xD This fabulous book cover was made by @Nashoba C...
