My brother gone
at last! Triumph
is within my grasp, but why
do lionesses weep?
O, what a pain to be
king in this benighted land
hyenas by my side, they
laugh, but at whom?
I lie, paws crossed, within
my cave, I hide from no one
but myself.
If I find me, I am doomed.
David A. Morris (damorris@wilmington.net)