Creature Poetry
The Great Golden Thing
Silent warmth caresses my skin
And something pushes me from here to there.
I can see but I cannot go.
Food falls from Heaven regularly at noon,
And the world is murky before it clears.
My ally is the great hairless ape,
My shield from the Lion God
Lurking outside, gazing in with his hungry grimace
That leaves me cold.
What am I?