As a young lion, he loved to follow mountains
of instructions to the letter,
but absolutely hated
being told what to do.
Now, he wakes up howling about how—
every day is leg day
and scowls in his sleep,
mumbling—each drawer's the bottom one.
But this, we're all very quick to assure him,
that's much bigger,
like a crumble
of rangy yellow—in an emerald city.