The Lion Isn't Sleeping Tonight by Adrian CalhounStanding in the grey of predawn,
silently he hunts like a hawk.
His scope sharpened eyes,
left to right then back left he sweeps.
Constantly on the prowl,
looking for his game.
Well camouflaged,
moving an inch at a time,
hidden even in plain sight.
Spending days all alone,
many of those days without sleep.
Always stalking, lurking in the shadows.
Seeking shelter where there is none,
in hostile environments he roams.
Quick as a cat,
deadlier than a snake,
this lions roar is never heard.
Where he will strike next, who knows.
Maybe downtown Baghdad.
He didn't come to hunt deer or elk.
All the targets in his crosshairs,
have faces and names. 03/27/2003 Posted on 04/03/2003 Copyright © 2024 Adrian Calhoun
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Charles E Minshall on 04/04/03 at 06:53 AM Well done. It is too bad it has to be done that
way. Miserable Sadman anyway....Charlie |
Posted by Michelle Calhoun on 04/05/03 at 09:40 PM Wonderful and vivid imagery. You've got quite a knack with war poetry. Great work! Mrs. C |
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/07/03 at 07:19 PM Strong analogy. Strongly emotional ending. May we NEVER forget that, though it must be done, it should never be with ease or "couldn't-care-less" dismissal of human life, even the enemy's. |
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