Analysis of Lion Hunting

Where have you gone, little lion of mine?
You once filled the house with your roar.
Where is that terror that hunted the hall,
And waited in ambush behind the hall door?
I watched you for hours, little lion of mine.
As you crept through the leaves in your play.
Your mane veiled your face and hid your eyes.
You knew no fear as you went through your day.
Your look was unique, little lion of mine,
Your hair three shades of gold and curled.
You returned to my lap at the end of the day,
With energy spent and whirlwind whirled.
I hoped you would stay , little lion of mine,
Yet as you grew your eyes seemed to stray.
You roared now in anger, more often than joy.
I offered to help, but you just turned away.
For year we both suffered, little lion of mine.
As I drew you closer, away you would shove.
Our time not yet finished, our day hardly done,
I know that you need me, I know that we love.
Let's savor the moments, little lion of mine.
We know not when our brief time will end.
I offer you love, let's be trees in a storm.
For you to accept it, we both have to bend.

Copyright c2005 Brian E. Spivey