On the Lonely Street

Lonely slowly solely I trailed on a street I looked back, forward, left and right and there was no one to greet The street was narrow, long and seems to have no end Very scary, I trembled, so I called my big brother Ken I shouted his name, shouted and shouted without taking a pause My voice only goes, multiplies and bounces back, with no response Very tired, frustrated and hungry, so I leaned beside a tree I plucked some fruits, just to quench my stomach’s plea But hungrier than I, was the lion standing not far from me It roared and swung its tail looking at me “An already-made meal, how sweet” It said and smiled at me “Oh father, make me not its daily bread” I prayed and planned to flee My feet was not glued, so I asked it to hurry to flee How fast I ran, I don’t think I can even give you a clue The lion followed me angrily as I ran and pant on the road I was tired but could not afford to assume a resting mode I almost gave up but saw a tree I felt I could climb It could be a nice rescue so I doubled my steps to climb Voila! There I was and the lion could only stand to watch I smiled back at it, as I searched for a better place to lodge But there was none, as the tree owner seemed not to be happy with me The cobra raised its flattened head, ready to pounce on me I was much scared, confused so I felt the urge to pee I said my last prayer to God, thanking Him for what He has done for me The cobra jumped at me but unluckily fell in the neck of the lion It fought the lion and I could only referee to crown the champion Poor cobra lost the fight and the lion devoured its whole length But the king of the jungle couldn’t withstand for long, the venom of the cobra A voice then spoke to my heart, after the hungry lion’s departure “Fear not my son, even in the valley of the shadow of death”