Another’s Game

by Duncan Jones

Through mud, uphill he tromped until

His neck and shoulders large

And when he walked among the herd

All knew he was in charge

So few would dare to test him

Grown far too strong and thick

He could lift up seven others

And he packed a monstrous kick

He backed down from no challenge

And he always was the winner

Some cheering called him “Muscles”

But the lions called him “Dinner”

For if you play another’s game

Then another will eat well

If you are meant to run then run!

Don’t be a slow gazelle!