Pride
An old lion limps,
bones crumbling with each step.
Hyenas must kill him.
The once strong cannot remain
to infirm the thriving.
Antelope reflexively run
from hair-triggering scents.
A young pride hunts;
death lives at ease with life.
Fawns and calves are born
into needy mouths.
Windblown dust scatters scraps
of sun-clawed pelts.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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