March Lion

Now The Lion is unleashing a full-scale attack!

You scratch at window panes

And roar through open fell

With switching tail you scale the hill

And leap into the dell

You scare the docile lamb

She shivers, not from cold

But from the thought of what would be

If you should find her fold

You growl, low guttural

Where the landscape is blurred

And utter threats as if you sense

Sweet Something undeterred

You rake the air; stars shutter

And fall beneath your paw

And little do you know, you prove

The art of nature’s law

You shake your hoary mane

And claw at barren trees

You lunge at earth, again, again

Your wild heart to appease

…but, soon you will fall prey

To that which none can keep

Defeated, you will slink away

Where all March lions sleep

© Janet Martin