Poems About Lions Seeking Friendly Advice

(alternately titled: lion eyes hide sharp claws)

Aye attest tubby reincarnated
  from one male Russian Blue
species Felis silvestris catus
    named Morris if that gives a clue,
and during my fuzzy past
    hence, asthma “Cats Cradle”
    segued into kitten hood
    fur hum lee established

   type cats as (tin pan) alley cat,
    a rather litter boxed gritty debut
t'wood become (later in life) tabby
    quick as greased lightening
    snatching in the air,
    when tender vittles flew,
technically got...

Skeleton Coast

   Tan dunes loom over the beach as waves rhythmically roll crashing in succession leaving a bubbly froth which recedes back into the blue sea.  
     Hermit crabs scuttle across the sand seeking refuge in the cool ocean waters. The sun burns hot in the sky as the wind whips the sand from the Namib Desert across the beach.  
     The old woman keeps watch from behind the dunes. A figure starts to emerge before her terrified eyes. A lion prowls the desolate coast for food. The old woman is well versed in the art of animal talk having grown up quite fey....

Sea-Lion
I saw a seal in Durban big and sleek and its smile
Was wondrous, I think it had green eyes, right,
But, I’m not a very god swimmer and is sceptical
Of water, mermaids and swimming pools.
By chance, I saw a sleek woman cleaning a pool
And it was morning, she had green or blue or
Perhaps brown eyes of the type lionesses have
When a lion, has caught a prey it has to give it
Up when hyenas come around.
Conquests are a hyena’s fare but it lacks delight
And the ability to laugh. The seal from Durban
I remember so well, had a hearty...