The lion is unleashed.
He's on the prowl.
Padding through sandy brush.
Eddying between prey and his next lay.
King is he.
Not an equal amongst equals.
His kingdom lies as far as his roar rolls.
The moon lives deep in his shining eyes.
He watches the edges of his home.
He owns this universe.
Not an inch is unknown.
Neither thoughts of what lies beyond or where it came from trouble his quiet mind and his lion heart.
He knows his gentle paws can turn to deathly claws.
And he never thinks of his own death.
Or the limits of man.
Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device