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.
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