Stone Lion



    he lay,

         his back to the lake,

Head resting

    on the stone

          beneath his chin.

Sunlight on

     his curving flank

           kept him warm

Through all

     the endless

           years of time.

Brushy mane

      lay brown and crisp,

            atop his heavy head.


     beside the little lake,

        chin resting on the stone,

He closed his eyes,


         for time to end.




Jo Anzalone  6-12-2007


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