King of Beasts

I'm looking at the most dangerous animal in the world

...and it doesn't scare me.

King of the beasts. Who knew?

I feel like I'm safe somehow.

That in my day-to-day if I stay

aware,

stay confident

it will just move along, looking for something seemingly weaker than me.

In an ocean of one's own reflection it is hard to choose a mark.

And it is simply a reflection. That alone.

I see my own face behind the bars upon the mirror

upon the wall in the zoo.

I had come to see the animals and hadn't realized I was one.

And free outside the confines of any exhibit.

The most dangerous animal in the world.