The Old Lion

The lion holds a special place
Of honour in the scheme of things;
His fearless presence clearly brings

A noble air to what was base.
And more than this, a pleasing fright—
Such untamed danger stirs delight.

Compelling to his very core,
We celebrate the thrill of raw
Emotion stirred by tooth and claw.

His roar will certainly restore
The primal self that lurks below
Our modern world of self-made woe.

Though for his fierceness, he is feared,
The lion is by all revered.
A judge's eye, a king's command,
His bearing is both proud and grand.

©2017 Michael Fraley

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