“Your opponent the devil is prowling...” 1 Peter

Near the stone ledge

where I sleep

the lion paces.

All night

he walks back and forth above me,

then leaps to the ledge,

settles in close.

I feel the heat of his flanks,

the brush of his breath

as he studies my face,

thinking it over,

thinking it over.

—Diane Vreuls



About the Author

Diane Vreuls has published a book of poems, a novel, a collection of short stories, and a children’s picture book. She lives in Oberlin, Ohio.