Feral Lion
Encounters Poet Lass
by Ray Kennedy
I got a whiff of
poet girl
Flung to silence
- hard sun glare
A heart quite
gentle
A soul mischief
Yet laughter was
her reigning theme
She stalked
behind my back unseen
And arched her
arrow in my sight
I whiffed her in
the Eastern breeze
And figured when
she would release her string
She sniffed me
in her sightful glare
Visions of hams
in her lair
I growled to
announce I was there
And dared she
take me unaware
I somersaulted
to the ground
And sharply froze
her in my sight
She flung the
arrow fierce and fast
And pierced the
heart - a raging lion
I grabbed the
arrow and pulled it out
And feared the
look of red blood flow
But shocked was
I to see a book
Bounced off my
chest into my hands
A book of poetry
A life we shared
Wondering what
the heck transpired?
I glanced where
she stood so firm
But she had gone
fast into the woods
Today, I pounce
the ground of a hard glare sun
And visualize
arrows of fierce fast poems