The Lion slips in and out of shadows,
Thinking no one can see him.
The Lion travels through a prairie,
Knowing nobody cares.
The Lion believes nobody sees him,
Nobody knows,
Nobody cares.
Well, Sir Lion,
I can see you.
I see you in the shadows.
I care,
Whether you catch enough to eat in the prairie.
I can see you, Sir Lion. And I know who you're after.
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Spiritual Poems
PoetryTHE PICTURE FOR THIS MAKES NO SENSE I KNOW I JUST CHOSE SOMETHING IGNORE THE PICTURE