She stalks the night silently on a mission
to get some more pork for her cubs,
as she has done many times before.
Her sons are almost ready
to hunt for themselves
Now they are crouched
The prince on one side
the squire on the other
Her daughter crouched in a tree
as the sacred one
stalks a warthog
not very large
an easy kill
it darts into a hole,
a typical tactic
she smiles tongue crossing jowls
and leaps into the hole
as it closes, the earth embraces her.
Author notes
Whoa, 90, right on the button.
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- Confined Metamorphosis by Heart Sutra.
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Living in South Africa I can very much associate with this poem. So sad when earth takes the kings and queens of the jungle back. You're written this very well.
~ Nicolette
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Yes, this poem comes from the heart...and the heart of a lion that loves a lion now passed from this earthly plain. I did read about Marah on the White Lion web site. It is indeed very sad and I am not sure how to take that it in, except to say "all in Spirit's grace."
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is a lion dying?
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Last week Marah was hunting warthog ( her favorate prey) and got swallowed in a sinkhole.
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OMG! I knew I felt overwhelming saddness this week for some unknown reason. Oh dear. This is awful.
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