Numero-Unity

The Sleeping Gypsy, 1897, by Henry Rousseau  The night was young the moon was white on a desert sand slept the gypsy tight Unassuming, a lion came by why did it come? I don't know why It's a picture prompt, so am giving a try So lets' swing and imagine what was the reason of visit for the lion king Truth is, the desert that was once upon a dense forest the wildlife lived there it was their habitat The human that began for his need deforested animal's abode to meet his own stretching greed their kingdom was shattered their folks were scattered while some didn't live to see next day sun some found place in zoo Oh Man! still you do not rue? Human sings their own tune they call it an art of music to make a flute, a mandolin they strip off many tree forests uprooted deserts flourished oasis is a mirage O' man spare that otherwise your generation will end as a pitiful adage! _________________________