Reaction of the Frightened

The lion is dead, who saw it took flight,
Holding his head and his heart pounding.

Let fall his burdens and settled still,
Dead, believing from fright only captive.

To his brother said, 'My pulse soared,
I confess, I arrived at a perilous scene.

Oh people, when wounded it leapt,
Looked scornful, I thought it approached.

In shadow of the car, from horror shrank,
Said "I never saw a lion large as a camel".

Till nightfall shivers his body,
By fear terrorised, pleased not onlookers.

Blame me not if patience wears thin,
For manhood a time or today is otherwise.

*This poem was composed as a joke

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