grief is a beaten lion
which rears its ugly head
despite all of sunrise and its turning face
silent, hungry he stalks
among the underbrush
scarred and matted fur is bleak
against the pale tin sun
which beats upon him thrice more
and as his mighty frame
pounces through the dust
he is met with unlucky prey
and how loud and belly-full she is.
skinny, broken lion rears its ugly head
bearing teeth soon to be soothed by
blood
lonesome, prideful, broken lion
tears his prey apart.
and oh, how he roars upon the taste.