My 8 year old daughters latest poem – she told me she knocked it up in 5 mins. So jealous!
Return of the lion’s heart
The night growls dark on the desert hills
I hear the padding of paws padding along the grass
tonight grows dark as the night of the heart moves
the love of the lion grows as the night gets darker
and as the love grows stronger it turns to gold
like that of the morning sun
and as the suffering of the lion grows stronger and louder
her heart runs like the soft sound of the rushing to death or to life
the sounds of the strong MEOW MEOW MEOW’s to return of the lion’s heart.
By Madeleine Seanna