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.
And in the jungle
The lion sings his mighty song
He smiles asleep
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Yes, I think he does Gary and I think we will never know his dreams…
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“…My needs are as simple as the moon…I leave the killing to the women…”
Man these lines are drilling into me I’ll tell you John.
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I hear you Steven. Seems that’s how it is the world of the lion…………..!
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