Kate Davis Animals
The concrete's hard on the lion's toes
And the bones connected to bones
But he pounces on it every day
Sneaking on his prey
The shark will swim in his saltwater pool
In a penthouse on Madison avenue
Poised, pointed forward he is ready
For any trace of blood
Flesh and bone
Doesn't even compare
To the primitive hate and deadliest wares
Of a 45 calibre gun
Height awards the hawk the upper hand
When he's protected by the man
And trained to target powerless persons
And throw them all away
And throw them all away
