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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530761" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lion and the Insect</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530761" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Lion lazily lies on the grass, <br>Purveying his kingdom of gold flowers<br>As they sway in the wind, but kingdoms pass<br>And so too does sunlight with the hours.<br> The Lion grips the land with a well-placed paw.<br> The Earth trembles slightly beneath his claws.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530761" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Insect unfolds its transparent wings<br>To swim through thick, sweaty savannah air.<br>It floats in the soupy mirage heat brings, <br>Transfixed on flying from the lambent glare<br> Of the open sky's harsh, cloudless splendor.<br> The hungry Insect mustn't surrender.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530761" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Lion fears the Insect and hides among<br>The gold flowers. He's unafraid to rest.<br>While he worries that, if his paw were stung, <br>He could lose control of his clenched int'rests, <br> Like a coward, the Lion waits all night<br> Until the Insect dies a parasite.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Tim+Stensloff">Tim Stensloff</a></strong></div>

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