As you lie there on your side,
I watch you breathe in and out.
Looking like a mini bear-skin rug…
only inflated and in a much more comfortable position.
Oblivious to the woes of the world,
Dreaming of a life at the top of the food chain.
A lion’s life…of this I’m sure,
Lazing in the shade while your lioness’ bring their kills to you.
Oh what it must be like to dream like a Lhasa!