The Lioness
She wore that hat again
You could see her from the tree
sneaking through the high grass
against the wind
The sun of noon
making small shadows
the wind from the hills
Can you see her?
Yes I can.
Can you hear her?
Yes I can
Can you flee from her?
Yes I can.
No you can't
Yes I can
No you couldn't
Poetry by Spleen
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Written on 2006-08-11 at 01:33
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