The Strong Grow Weaker
The strong grow weaker.
See the lone lioness, his last daughter,
the last of his pride.
An old lion limps,
bones crumbling with each step.
Any day or night
other lions, or hyenas
must kill them -
the once strong cannot remain
to infirm the younger.
An acrid sun flickers flame
over the savannah,
antelope instinctively
race faster
from hair-triggering scents.
A young pride hunts;
hunger will be their own death
predators as vulnerable as prey.
Fawns and calves are born again
into needy mouths,
teeth wear away,
the burnt umber of clawed pelts
seeps deeper into dust.
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