Poetry

Lion on my Windowsill

written by: JustWaiting

Little lion on my windowsill

You're no bigger than a tack

My curiosity refuses to fill

Until I learn how to bring you back

Back to the proud form you once were

With large claws and a flowing mane

With strong arms and golden fur

But alas my windowsill is where you remain

Forever frozen, stuck in time

Sweet little toy, you'll always be mine