We say the lion is

the king of beasts

but is it really?

Does it rule the antelope?

Or perhaps it is a romantic image

we project on an animal

of beauty and power,

though not that successful as a hunter

wind calm, sky billowing gray

with patches of clear blue

birds about, though quiet

and keeping within the shelter

of trees and grasses

morning bright, wispy clouds accenting

Life out, but not about

quiet, hushed, a pause in activity

silence almost oppressive

the world seems gray

not depressing, but mysterious

some patches dark, others lighter

but not clear, color only when close

as if the world is hiding

in billowing clouds

coats shaggy, shedding winter coats

antlers in bud, not yet showing age

two bucks sharing a glade

the leaves fresh and green, delicious