Their Abode

by Talie   Jul 24, 2009


When we reach the lions den, with
hearts frantically beating like the
wings of a panicked bird, for in
these woods is their abode - those
witty beasts and wily foe.

I'll hold your hand and you clasp mine
let's stride into their den this night
and on the other side we'll be
adorned in pelts, you and me.

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