Shameless lion
In the lazy snow—
I look out through
My perspective’s
Window—
The sun goes down
Jealous of who you
Are—As
My wife arrives home
In her yellow
Car—
As I try to recall the
Soldiers who thought
To save us from
The zoo—
The trees grow up
In a serpentine glade—
There is nowhere
To hide in the
Populous shade.
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