A Matter of Love

The old male lion awakes, lifts his great head, but it is midday and so he sleeps yet more. Come the night his lionesses will hunt while the king fends off other male pretenders to his throne. The female lions perhaps wonder, (as they stalk and leap), how soon will the old lion weaken and die, how soon will the pride have a new and stronger leader? At this point some may wonder what to do with the notion of love? The night is long, blood -hungers hunt a passionate intimacy, and few escape that kind of love. Love itself is kept for the cubs that in turn one day may drive away their mothers.