Shhhhhh!
The lion sleeps.
Shhhhhh!
Whisper your words
Shhhhhh!
Tiptoe… ever… so….
Gently…
Don’t wake the lion
Who sleeps within
My heart.

Screeeeeeech of nails
Down the blackboard
Of life.
Why the hell did you do that?
Was my silent request
Misunderstood?
What do you mean,
Understood completely? !

Aaaargh!
The lion stirs.
Jarred by the blackboard
Experience.
Quit poking him.
Or I’ll have to make a run for it.
Aha! No worries…
Just noticed the cage bars.
The lion yawns in captive
Indifference.