The Sleeping Gypsy, 1897, by Henri Rousseau
Image: Courtesy of Tess' Mag
True to his expected calling
A tired gypsy roaming
Takes to forty winks
In the cool desert winds
For company a mandolin
A pitcher for drinking
And the moon above shining
A wooden staff in his hands
A likely item for defense
Presence under such pretense
Can be an outright offense
Stumbling onto a lion’s den
May cause a likely end
For Tess' Magpie Tales #209
Yeah stumbling there, staff or not, may become a chew toy
ReplyDeletesmiles...yep, dont mess with the lion.
ReplyDeletebut in the wandering life.
you will def find danger.
Great as ever, owing to circumstances, had to start again.
ReplyDeleteLoved your poem as usual, can be always depend on a good read.
Yvonne.
Great word play.
ReplyDeleteBut it all ended well for Daniel !, cheers Hank ....
ReplyDeleteLovely - I haven't written a poem for months!
ReplyDeleteNo stumbles here, Hank!
ReplyDeleteThinks - don't sleep out under the stars! :-)
ReplyDeleteHank,
ReplyDeleteYou captured a journey from the picture..watch out for those lion dens..enjoyed your words.
Here's hoping the lion's already had a feast!!
ReplyDeleteKeenly inventive; well done.
ReplyDeleteUh-oh!
ReplyDeleteOops, for sure not a den to visit.
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