Twisted

The Lion,
   drags His paws,
         across the sand,
                 making tracks.

The mouse,
         looks behind her
               for the snake
                 But does not see
                        the Lion

                 Then
Horizontal and vertical paths
                 cross
                 He
                feels
                 the
                brush
                 of
                her
               feet
               like
                the
               wind.

Once she has noticed the paw,
Panic ensues!

She is frozen!
                          He is still.

She hears the snake approach!

                          He sees, too.
                          He knows.

Toiling, she hesitates,
       Before she can choose
             The lion gently laps her into his mouth
                      Tightly protected
                           She is safe
                                from the snake.