The Girl Who Touched the Ground

Lion

The lion creeps.
From the grass where he stalks.
He watches you as you sleep.
You can't tame him with smooth talk.
Above the grass he barely peps.
Animals tremble as he walks.
Secrets from his lips will never seep.
People come to see him in flocks.
They watch the lion leap.
Oh, how those people gawk.
From their Jeep.
Those people dare not mock.
The beast that may make them weep.