A Skunk Of The Everyday Life In The Action Poem by Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar

a shadow of the lion is tormenting me
he is opening his jaws, and I can see it
on the wall is lying down, without the question
the large mane, I could see similar
which from close up is arousing the respect

the lion is raising the paw
and he indicates on the small skunk.
it every day is treading on my flowers
when there is no me.

the short beastly coward, is leaving,
the cloud of the smell, of which long time
there is still a smell in air. the shadow
of the lion is friendly

is reminding me, that I am also a lion,
at least zodiacal, and the skunk, will always stay, what is and will leave only
what...he...can afford.
I can afford on more.