It is as if, we are gentle lions far from the pride,
strange and unpredator-like, with curious stride…
and suddenly a herd of buffalo confront us.
“Lions!”, they say, “Our herd is not your prey!”
We reply, “But we are gentle, like you in this way”
But the buffalo shake their horns and shout,
“We know you are lions! Now go and get out”
“We swear we are gentle! Though our forms betray,
we have no interest in playing predator-prey”
Still the Buffalo grumble and stomp their feet,
So we back away quickly, hiding our teeth.
And though we are mobbed, even though we are gentle,
and though buffalo see a dangerous mantle,
our manes are quit tame,
our strides are quite sane,
and despite all, our natures are here to remain.