King of the Jungle

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.