Cast into the lion's den. <br />How hungry they must have been. <br />They had not eaten in days. <br />The fierceness of their roar. <br />Licking their chops. <br />Sharpening their teeth on the stones. <br />Oh a sumptuous meal he would be. <br />Ready for the attack, the kill. <br />They moved toward him ready to pounce. <br />All of the sudden they stopped. <br />Frozen, stuck in a trance. <br />Tame as little cats. <br />He never saw them. <br />He only saw faith in his Maker. <br />The only defense he needed.<br /><br />Jeff Fleischer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daniel/
