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!