The Toothless Lion Chewed On His Cage of Air

the toothless lion chewed on his cage of air

and swiped at the stars

but they were too far

his paws buttered in moonlight.

after long rains the trees fall,

the huge trees making no sound

at all. and the mind could shine like gold

where the rivers flood

the rivers flood and he drinks his cage of air

and swipes at the mane of stars that shakes him

God has scattered everywhere

but where is there to see by their

fierce light but a tawny nightmare shrinking

in tall grasses midnight by midnight

batting at the flies of ruby and green

sweet bottle green more beautiful than

his pacing on the summer's bridge

no longer scaring little children

mary angela douglas 8 march 2014