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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