The Lion's Claws
A crowd of
White aspen
Performs the
Sacred moon dance, but
They cling together
Like a herd of
Wild zebras, on
The Serengeti Plain
Their leaves
Resonate from
The sweet scent of
The lion’s claws
Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2008
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