The King and Queen of My Jungle

I am the king and the queen of my jungle. Not identifying with either as separate or the same. I am the big cat, and as such, the ruler of everything. The ruler of the high. The ruler of the low. The ruler of anything fast. The eater of the slow. My happiest chances happen when I run into a throng of Antelopes or gazelles, scaring them to death almost Before they see me. "Lion!" they yell. "Lion!" It is the yell I love the most, for it makes me feel more powerful. How can that be? You ask. You are already so powerful. This is the curse of the lion. Always dissatisfaction. I want the power of the wind, the trees, and everything else. Never satisfied, even after a tasty meal. The curse of being me.