What You Do Best Poem by Bella Magik

Cower in fear as the caged tigers roar
bearing it's teeth as it's not done before
pacing so constant, scratching the floor
impatiently knowing, it can't take much more
conscientiously will the savage beast rest
returning to what it is you do best

Standing, the shepherd tending his sheep
the flock need to eat, the flock need to sleep
from dawn past the dusk, so safely they keep
then sit with the moonlight, alone left to weep
a guide for others, lost is the quest
returning to what it is you do best

Locked away in her mortared tower
glimpses of sunshine, she tries to devour
bare and alone, always her darkest hour
what once was so sweet, now distastefully sour
deny the dreams that won't let her rest
returning to what it is you do best