Lions and Cubs
Welkin Siskin lives in Seattle, Washington. He is the poet of varied nature, who writes on various themes. Poetry for him is the healing ointment of a heart destitute of vision.
He believes that poetry is the play of words, the change of verbs into nouns; the game of words surging through the heart's inside.
His poetry is the yearning for freedom, love, life, and the expression of the Nature that adorns the Universe- the mysterious eternity of the Infinite.
Welkin Siskin
Washington, America
It was a pack of lions I ween
In the woodland zoo, Seattle
Who could be from far seen
Hungry, going through food battle.
Cranky and roaring they were
Seen; nothing could they feel win them,
Those we go with them unarmed and bare;
They dare to win everyone but the crippled and lame.
A couple of them basking in the sun,
Several seen eating straight from the cob,t
Others could be seen on the lawn
A pack of cub did the tears sob.
One lion, two lions but the baby went hungry
Crawling though they were angry
Calling their mom they feed fare
When the parents did to them share.