In the wide savannah of my dreaming,
across the tangled jungles of my years,
I yawn through ancient hungry teeth
shaking the sultry sky with my voice,
filling the scorched air with bloody breath.
I stretch and scratch and roll
in fractured mud and satisfying dust,
my rippled spine crushing a thousand flies,
my knotted mane sweeping hot earth
like the ragged fingers of a god.
My needs are as simple as the moon;
I eat, sleep, mate and mate some more,
I leave the killing to the women,
they are so fast and sure, while I sleep on,
silhouetted by another setting sun.
This series of posts are a repeat celebration of my astrological sun sign, Leo, in words, images and music…Please see #1 for more detail.
Poem by clinock / Lion photo with thanks to rapgenius.com / The Lion Sleeps Tonight sung by Lebo M.