Tarry a while

Oy Vey

Eye roll ...clearly, the carver was a father of a teenager.

Utah Jazz!

Lonely, frozen in the wood
its strength by rocks misunderstood
the trees would shiver if they could
the reeds resign themselves to brood

Beneath this iron dome
the lowly minnow makes its home
and slowly, like a garden gnome
grins and dreams of Spring's foam.

Surprise!

Mufasa?

A mercurial look...