poetry by j matthew waters

Number One

Wherever the king
may range and roam
he forever remains
at the center
of the universe

Accepting of his role
with relentless pride
he’s fully aware
of his position
in the food chain

Strolling the perimeter
of their sacred land
he revels at the sight
of his pretty women
fixing his next meal

november two thousand twelve
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2 thoughts on “Number One

  1. His ladies are pleased to see him pacing. They would nag if he were to be just lyin’ around.

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