I say to you.....
Sheep, weep not because you are weak
but lie down in those sweet green pastures
of false contentment and rejoice
that your were not born or turned
a Lion like me....
For unlike you....
I am unable to graze on only tender shoots of grass
as greens will not satisfy my ravenous appetite
And too....
I have no warm coat of valuable wool
to warm my cold body without the heat of the sun
in order I might grow fat and ready
for my Shepard to lead me to market
I have no Shepard for protection
I have only my long incisors and sharp claws
to aid in my pursuit of 'red meat'
a Lion like me....
will not be slaughtered or sacrificed to angry gods
A Lion like me....
is destined to die with my 'Pride'
and a Hunter's spear through my heart
Sheep, weep not because you are weak....
but above all....weep not for me
for I was born free and will die free
but tonight I'm having chops for dinner___
that poem was more than food for thought- that was a full menu. around noon i'll post two poems as the tip.
LOL...It was sounding very philosophical...right up until the last line (then I just about sprayed my coffee all over my computer screen! ! LOL) Hugs, Dee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm loving your style Ted, this is too funny, and yet it has such cool lines of philosophy running through it.... So, I'm guessing you're a Leo, right? HG: -) xx