Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Pose Woes

The lion lunging at his prey,

His claws flair out,  his fangs protrude.

Majestic mane in gold array

Frames face so fierce in quest pursued.

I must paint such an awesome sight,

Capture this real raw in my art.

Stirring within me pure delight

To work my craft with all my heart.

True beauty of the beast that I'm

Privileged to be the chosen one

To be in this right place and time,

A masterpiece yet to be done.

Alas, my painting not to be.

The lion now is upon me.