Lions Teeth

One morning

It reared its head above the grass

Yellow mane on display

Teeth bared for all to admire

Tracking the sun through the afternoon

Content to survey its kingdom

Standing tall, strong, virile.

In the twilight, hair turned white

With clumps scattered through the grass

Knowing its reason was fulfilled

Seed spread

Head bowed

It was time


Poem by Francis Long



Francis Long is a writer and musician. A member of the Waterford Writers group with two stories published in their recent Anthology.