Every lion must lie below the grasses

The perch must lurk until the little fish passes

Ragged teeth are cloaked by gums

Like the camouflage print on a hunting gun

 

Below the surface resides the truth

Though the sheep coat may fool those in their youth

At every masquerade masks are unveiled

The intended security of the shield always ends up failed

 

I surrender, I am not the wolf in sheep's clothes

Though more of a pig who hides behind a bull's nose

There are no sharp crystals beneath my stone

No fierce bravery whittles my bones

 

I am fearful like isolated prey

The mouse the cat kept alive to play

Dread hardens and armors like cement in a mold

And just like cement it makes me cold

 

I am a fallen robin with a rooster's strut

Left deep in the depths of the darkest rut

Growling at intruders like a lion in it's den

Still at night I pray for rescue and say my amen