A dream of slumbering lions


Yesternight I bedreamt me of lions.

I am not sure where I was. These were all lions and not lionesses.

Maybe tyhis comes from reading about canned lions being shot bu big game hunters.

I saw several of these beasts. One was in a cage. Another was at the end of a corridor. They were old and their manes were not lustrous.They had the mange and were obese and indolent. Yet I feared lest they woke and devoured me.

What do they signficy? My fears. I worry when I go tp te next thorpe that the dept for the promotion of virtue may find me tangling with one from sindh.



About Calers

Born Belfast 1971. I read history at Edinburgh. I did a Master's at UCL. I have semi-libertarian right wing opinions. I am married with a daughter and a son. I am allergic to cats. I am the falling hope of the not so stern and somewhat bending Tories. I am a legal beagle rather than and eagle. Big up the Commonwealth of Nations.

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