The Lion stares regally over the savannah.
His glorious mane blows in the changing winds.
He slants his great head towards the orange of the setting sun.
Tufts of brown strands sweep across his golden eyes.
Blinking, he stretches his huge jaws into an enormous yawn.
He saunters into the deeper brush towards his sleep.
His pride picks up and follows him, four mothers and ten cubs,
In complete faith and trust.
Angela Prettie
