Lions fill me with pride and might

when I look at the zodiac's bright sky at night. I can see how they prance through their path when the sun rises high and the birds fill the skies as their shadows horrify all the hiding insects on the sunbaked earth scurrying swiftly below the lions fur. As the lion marches over remains of a perished goat that was yesterday slain, looking round and around for the hunter that entered the lions terrain. Yet the lion reveals that intruders remain as binoculars eye on his noble crown, silhouettes of twelve humans one driving a jeep as they target the king of the roaring sound.

It still is a wonder of natures grace, a cat crying out in the deserts of hell, the species human loves visit this place as big cats like these may die out as well. And here they stand opposite eye to the eye as silence emerges to intensify the chirp of crickets surrounding the scene where man again chose to intervene with the ways of nature, cruel as they seem.

For me and most people the lion remains what man should not touch for this world's sake, a majestic creature god chose to create that stays all above us as starlight reveals.