Allan T. Muir
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The Lion’s Prey
I’m in the lion’s den
Whilst among my friends
I wear the mask
I wear the disguise
The lion must not know I am alive
For though I am amongst friends
I must never drop my guard
For once I make that fatal mistake
The lion will hunt me to the ends of time
Though I can walk amongst it perfectly well
But at any moment
The lion might get a chance to dine
Upon the flesh of my necessary lies.
For once I was the lion
And the lion was the prey
But oh how the tables have turned
Upon that fateful summers day
The air was cool on that noon
When the day ...