Fierce rumbles echo through the upper elevations.
Bare oaks bend south and ribbon-like grasses flutter in waves.
The roar of the lion rattles the windows and shakes the door.
It vibrates through the rafters and scatters branches across the lawn.
I sit cross-legged on the velvet sofa,
wrapped in the sheepskin throw,
muscles tense but still.
The majestic beast rages and howls,
foreshadowing the dangers that await a hubris people.