I Wish I Weren'T a Lion

I WISH I WEREN’T A LION
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS



I wish I weren’t a lion, I can’t make any friends
I’m always scaring folks, my size just offends
And how about this hairdo; would you come near?
To any sane creature, it causes bone chilling fear
How about this voice of mine, a volume I abhor
No matter how soft I  speak, it comes out a roar

If I approach a group, they run,  no one trusts my motives
Even when I visit the pride, they walk away, what gives?
The females rule the roost, they use me for their pleasure
If they would let me hang around I’d try to learn to purr
But that doesn’t happen I constantly cause mistrust
Don’t believe, I’m the king, that myth is just a bust

How about my diet, no greens, my food is always meat
Running after zebras n gnus is not an admiral feat
There are times, after much chase, I catch myself a deer
Then suddenly out of nowhere the hyenas appear 
Hyenas caught the scent and are here to steal my meal
I did all the huffing n puffing, they show up and steal

So don’t believe the story, that Simba runs the show
If I had the option to travel to anywhere, I’d want to go
I’d go to an English garden that’s tended and pristine
Become a hedge of lavender, that’s always been my dream
To have and add color, with no need to roll in the dirt
No need to swat flies, no need to be constantly alert

I want to be a member of flora, fauna is too much toil
As a shrub in a tended garden growing in nutrient soil
Producing fragrant aromas and meditative oils.
In a harbored environment enjoying pampered spoils
But that’s a not a realistic, here I am once anew
Swatting flies, rolling in the dirt what else am I to do?

Copyright © John Arribas | Year Posted 2016

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