Let them be as squirrels, <br />timid and hiding in their hollow trees, <br />hoarding a supply of nuts as winter comes. <br />Let them be as squirrels, <br />skittish and alert as they cross the deserted road, <br />trusting only each other and the natural world. <br /> <br />I'd rather be a lion, <br />rearing as I stand on the mountaintop, <br />controlling the world as I let loose my roar. <br />I'd rather be a lion, <br />king of the jungle, <br />snarling and racing and always winning, <br />roaring my roar. <br /> <br />I'm the one sparking fear, <br />not the one feeling it. <br />I'm the one controlling, <br />not the one being controlled. <br />Confident and strong, <br />I stand tall on the mountaintop. <br /> <br />I'd rather be a lion.<br /><br />Maya Hanson (mye3 poet)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/king-of-the-jungle-2/
