The Lion

I'm pacing.
Walking back and forth, etching a trail into my innermost thoughts.
I'm growling.
Snarling, snapping at the concept- of being caged, being caught.
I am the she-wolf, running across the snow.
Amused at the flaws of mankind, disgusted at their invasion on my land.
I am the snake crawling low.
Afraid of the predators around me, and angry enough to protect my meager piece of sand.
I am the lion!
I roar!
I am trooping steadily on the Road to Zion,
awaiting my chance to spread my wings-
to soar.
Do not get in my way, do not attempt to stray in my path.
I beg you. Do not try to cage me.
For I am an animal. Quick to feel your attempts- and out of fear, show my wrath.