Lions brush by, golden fur, a smell of death
oh yes, killers on the loose
a head lands on my knee, followed by a paw
even such over-sized kitties want to be petted
I run my hand through a golden, entangled mane
staring into the yellow eyes, the unbudging radars
a toothy jaw opens, letting out the victims' screams
"I was eaten," they yell, "he chewed on me for hours."
he always does, chewing and chewing amid screams
"Look out," they shout, "he'll eat you too."
I laugh, my pet eating me? Naaaahhhh ...
And that's the last I did, except yelling: "Sit!!!"
Why should he - I was the one who sat ...
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