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.