The placid lion behind the zoo
scrim deceives the trusting nature
of the child who imagines
burying his head in the soft
welcoming mane. The pride
distanced from the safari jeep
appears phlegmatic in the camera lens.
Even the yawning cat escaped to prowl
about city streets engenders curiosity
more than threat. The Latin fable,
still waters run deep, is rewritten
in modern vernacular to figure
Rodin's thinker rather than
a silent movie villain waiting
to rob the helpless widow.
Familiarity reverses our browns,
bleaches their darkness, so we
no longer see the color of fear.