by Debleena Ray
You saw the wolf,
Red slits in his eyes,
He leaped, throwing
Pieces of your role at you,
Your soul in tatters,
Tail down, you walked,
To your hole, 4 ft cubicle,
With no forest view.
You sighted the snake,
Slithering in the corridor,
Of broken promises,
And remarks snide.
You turned, you needed,
A moment to recover.
But he hissed at you,
No place for you to hide.
The eagles scooped down,
Pounced on the carcass,
At the coffee counter.
Their share of the loot,
Collaboration be damned.
Your role the new fuzzy drink,
Your hurt, the new fodder,
For the grapevine bloodhound.
You looked for the lion
To guide, to help,
But the corner room
Of this new fable,
Had no lion, just a
Fat crocodile, sleeping
with its tail resting
On the CEO”s table.
Day over, the animals
Started swiping their way
Out of the jungle.
You joined the queue.
Your eyes dark, soul lost.
They looked at you,
A misfit, a mere rat,
They laughed at you.
Tiny paws opened,
The door of your home.
Tiny face, big smile.
And you finally knew.
The answer. He didn’t
Care for what you lost, and
You finally felt free, for the
Lion, it was always you.
Debleeena blogs at debleena-roy.blogspot.in and has had articles published in Chillibreeze and eZinearticles.
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