A Once Young King to Be

Squinting

from apologies 

sentience sordidly

twizzled about

like cotton candy 

or perhaps taffy

is more appropriate here

In the paramount of spires

qualms barb

in ribbons and lace

Perfunctorily dancing

the evenings away

All for the salivary pleasures

of a very, very evil man…

Alice sings

about a once young

king to be

And

And

And…

For Open Link Monday at Real Toads

Hyena

The king lurks about the jungle

Upon the trampled brush, beneath the Macaw

Somehow the leopard rests in mud

Heirs of scapegoats

Pass as missionary

Victims bearing wood

Storytelling to the aborigine

Sulking is the jackal

Patrolling the plains

Roughshod over terrain

Territories made for ticks and mites

Symmetrically scoping the vast beyond

A safari treks all day long

Draining canteen, the driver eyes the count

Thinking, “soon it may come to that”

That leopard’s got a spot of blood

And the Hyena turns,

Laughing at the love