She scaled the high steel fence
Into the dangerous lion enclosure.
Spectators gasped in horror
Knowing she was doomed to die.
The fierce lions roared warnings.
The wild-eyed woman roared too.
The lions thundered more roars
And approached the crazy woman
While she spoke gibberish to them.
The lions licked her face kissingly.
The woman licked their faces too,
Turned and waved a long goodbye
And climbed out of the enclosure.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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