The Lion, The Bear, and The Stag
“If it’s not one, it’s the other he said,”
after The Lion had taken the neighbor’s dog—
right in front of her eyes.
The second in his string of hunts.
“Al and Jenny’s chickens were taken by The Bear.
And I’ve seen The Stag come too.”
“Yes, I’ve seen him too,” I replied.
He arrived after my fluffy one had merged with The Lion.
On the morning that I chanted to her wild spirit
Now, he comes every day.
He arrives when I think of my lady
Of the four-legged One who once called my arms home.
He calmly grazes in the yard,
Peace made with the two remaining kitties
Pact made with The Lion and The Bear
He eats the apples off the trees
And looks at me
With those calm and gentle eyes.