A Lion and the Mountain

A poem from On Driftwood and Oblivion

A Lion sauntered down off Mt. Kilimanjaro
Neither thinking of yesterday nor of tomorrow
Shaking the dust off a clear and hot December ‘morn
Another dry season for the hoofed ones to be born

Then there were two footed, but not to be concerned
They brought danger not ignored, distance kept, respect earned
Who was king the Lion thought, depended on the day
For when the mountain snows would come, neither had a say

To the scrubland or the forest, the sun would end soon
And the night would belong, to the mountain of the moon
With both water and food on the mind, which would come first
A striped one would come down, then on to concern for thirst

Violence in the grasslands, a simple way of life
Mixed with peace, over the rift valley of wanton strife
The great fire lowers, another portion of light earned
Watching and waiting, together the darkness discerned

Dancing lights flicker, two footed is not made for night
Too bad the Lion thought, nothing is presumed in light
The waters babble, leaves rustle and the pawed one’s cry
In a perfect dance, as Mawenzi cradles the sky…

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