The Lions Garden Poem by grace mariner

He silently pads, paws stealthily stepping.
A brown mouse hides behind a dandelion stalk
while a bee buzzes by.
His kingdom stretches, alive before him,
in brilliant shades of red, green and gold.
He spreads himself out, allowing the sun to caress him there.
His contortions making reality an illusion.
Huffing and snorting, his purr reverberates in the chest
of the listener.
Both hypnotic and terrifying all at once.
Revered as gods, both then and now.
A reminder that we are what we believe ourselves to be.