Ode to a Bookend

Now the lion roars in silence Haunting phrases bound in covers, Mane on paws unsharpened resting, Stoic stillness never broken.   Solidly he lies in waiting, Words unseeing, deaf to meaning, Yet in majesty he lives, Bringing joy to one who watches.   Will that one the words uncover, Will the lessons he discover, OrContinue reading “Ode to a Bookend”