The King of Beasts

The lion lay hidden from the noonday heat thick scrub surrounding only movement a flick of an ear as he listens tuned to all around him Lazily he stretches tail slowly swishing he draws himself up standing full height he now towers above the small clump of scrub Making one wonder how it so perfectly gave him camouflage impressive as he strides forward Roaring calling out to his pride answering distant roars reply he strolls towards the sound king of all his surrounds All scatter before him as they catch his scent he slowly prowls his lands not yet time for the hunt he marks trees as he passes Letting all know this land belongs to him alone climbing a hillock he stands in silhouette true king of the beasts written 03/24/2013 The lion lay still and silent under the thorn trees patient. The odd flicker of an ear as he watches a deer. Lazily he stretches, tail swishing at full height he is now standing. The small clump diminishes now shrunken the screech and flapping of a startled chicken. He calls to his pride bellowing roars across the savannah echoing. First he claims then he challenges his rivals soon scatter as he plunges. In silhouette he stands against the landscape a final series of roars, as they escape. Magnificent beast in his full prime this king continues to rule for a time. written 03/15/2015 contest: The Makeover