in the wide savannah of my dreaming,
through the moist jungles of my years,
I yawn my stained and pointed yawn
shaking the sky with my voice,
filling the scorched air with
bloody breath.
I stretch and scratch and roll
in fractured heat and dust and mud,
my rippled spine crushing a thousand
swarming flies,
my tangled mane sweeping hot earth
like the ragged fingers of 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, silhouetted in a setting sun,
dreaming of bees making honey
buzzingly inside of me.
This series of posts are a celebration of my astrological sun sign, Leo, in words, images and music…
Poem by clinock / Lion photo with thanks to rapgenius.com
Lovely lazy lionesque 🙂
Purring….
…he is the king after all!!!
🙂
“Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose
To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude,
And in the calmest and most stillest night,
With all appliances and means to boot,
Deny it to a king? Then happy low, lie down!
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.”
William Shakespeare
Kings have so many benefits.
🙂
One of my favourite songs… One with fond memories both from my youth and then from my son’s
Absolutely Gary, me too…
…a yawn before sleep
when lions turn into cats
with royal dreams…
PS: Enjoyed this version of “TLST” a lot 🙂
dreaming across oceans
this cat-lion sleeps in peace,
returning home…
So now I know how it feels to “be” a lion thanks to your poem John. The video sets the scene for where YOU live…..wonderful….
Thank you my friend…