Mighty King

Mighty beast on the prowl,
all he does is growl.
I look into his eyes of fire.
One man’s fear, another’s desire.

Never looking back,
I wonder, will he attack?
Mighty beast on the move,
What does he have to prove?

Walking through the woods.
This, cannot be good.
Running on the land,
Is the hour now at hand?

I look for peace,
Things will never cease.
Suddenly, it starts to pour.
Shh… Listen…Roar!

--Marie Poulos

 

Cat-Atonic
by Sandy Pell