The Lion and the Flea (poem)


The Lion and the Flea

On the wind-tossed bluff, the lion stood,
Quietly surveying his vast domain,
With immense power emanating
From his fiery eyes and flowing mane.

From the weeds below, a tiny flea
Leapt onto the enormous lion’s paw.
The flea’s strength was its invisibility,
Which made it safe from the lion’s claw.

So the flea survived on the lion’s blood
And the moral – I’m sure you can guess.
No matter how hard the little flea sucked,
He could never make the lion any less.

(c) Mark Rickerby 2014