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The Lion Seeking Freedom

After a delicious lunch by the ridge across from the preserve

not waiting construction to the last lion house
but connections to the heart to see the road to freedom
all the sweet reasons why never suffer parting
Cool overcast skies warm to showers overnight
then taper to drizzle by the morning light
for bright tomorrows from today's hindsight
In kind with subtle changes of fawn and flora
Forever have strange storms passed into blooming
Meadows of grass casting mellow shadows
on bright new days of moonlight flowers
Delivering him from covered traps where lions passed on
Avoiding his demise with brightened lion eyes
for dens to mend for future pride
With each connecting puzzle piece he links
to nature and to fleece lamb so mild
Wanting only meadows to while the hours
with a roar to untangle the pile of brambles
thick to lay him down where time goes briskly
with foraging hunting in vapor mythic
too easy to stand still where shock can kill
to wait for fulfillment without scant a scent
Wonder famished blundering into nothingness
it is easy to lose sight with eyes closed
So move, you lingering lion, to higher ground
where hunters' traps cannot find you
and listen for each unnatural sound
to find your Serengeti around you
March 24, 2021

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