Wearing tigers stripes
Like fashion is on my side
I’ve no hope, really

The undergrowth of your long days
Tower above me
Like arrogant reminders of your worth

But trees grow everywhere
With oblivious oblivion
Their lost memories soaked into the past

Damp soil meets conviction and dreams
Until saturated, and then
Nothing but caricatures of nature

Let sleeping lions lie
Sitting in the dappled shade
Watch them pounce

Like wild cats on a chase
For the best seats
But the worst company.