The Maestro

The lion learnt a thing or two For getting his own way, A timely roar, if overdue, Reminding to obey... A sudden frown or drawn out glare Worked wonders now and then, As if nobody had a prayer If he stood up again... As long as he was resting still And gently breathing in, There'd be no sudden blood to spill, No-one to lose or win... Just like a maestro in control, He orchestrated well And didn't have to hurt a soul, Turn Heaven into Hell... But woe to those that courage stirred To challenge him once more, For many tried and many erred, He crushed them to the core... The maestro's something Nature chose To make us all think twice! When we've no need to venture close, Binoculars suffice...