Izzy H.

The lion travels miles in piles of sand.

A gypsy sleeps.

Dreaming of dates to eat, journeys to make, and

     mandolin songs.

When will she wake?

Moonlight blankets the scene,

     even though the eyes of the lion are keen.

Will the lion decide to feast

     or leave the woman in peace?

The dreamy scene does not tell.

I just hope this ends well.