The lion hungers.
It has been long since he has eaten and he
hungers. Standing beneath a shady
tree, his gaze wanders around the
savanna, seeking some delicacy upon which
he may feed himself.
Nothing. He growls in frustration.
Closing his eyes, he hopes the pang
will vanish, but deep within him the hunger
gnaws at his soul. Again,
In the distance
the grass grows tall and green. That is where he
must venture. Taking a few steps,
he leaves the comfort of the shade
and the sun burns hot upon his head and
back. The heat only intensifies
his hunger and his displeasure becomes
like a wraith haunting his
brain. Within him another growl rumbles
deep in his chest, but it dies
as a pitiful groan upon his hot breath.
his legs begin to silently carry him deeper into
the sun’s scorching heat in hopes of satisfying
his belly’s bloody
thirst. Entering the still grass,
he loses himself in the lush green
foliage. Moving cautiously, lest
the surrounding thick grass reveal his
presence as he pushes his way through it,
his ears and his nose search
the air for traces of prey. Though
his ears detect nothing, a myriad of
scents come to him, tantalizing his loins
in anticipation of various
tasty treats that feed nearby.
The grass begins
to thin and crouching down he pauses to look
around. Nearby a broad lake glistens
in the sun and such are central to
the livelihood of the various herds that
populate the area. Slowly
glancing around, zebra, wildebeest and
antelope fill his vision. Seeing
them, he again feels that deep yearning
within him, as his eyes caress a
fine rump here, a juicy thigh there.
Oh, the delightful possibilities
that await him.
Suddenly, the dark
eyes of a fine wildebeest make contact with his
own. She looks away and strolls off.
His lips roll back into a snarl
as saliva wets his tongue. Long and
sleek are her legs and well-rounded
the curves of her shoulder and rump.
Turning, again she makes
eye-contact and he realizes his choice
has been made.
Now the difficult part
begins. Approaching her is easy, but
catching her is another matter. Again
his hunger stirs deep within him,
spurring him on. Slowly, cautiously,
he begins to approach her as she
chews on some succulent sprouts.
As the lion draws near, again she
makes eye-contact, quickly looking away
and becoming noticeably nervous.
Preparing to spring,
the lion crouches low as his muscles draw in
energy and his tail becomes taut.
Suddenly, he leaps toward the anxious
beast, his growl bellowing forth the
hunger that burns like a wild fire
within him. Quickly she spins away,
fleeing his mighty talons and
teeth. After her he goes, scrambling
to seize her. Twisting and
turning they run—first one way, then another
and still another.
Finally, she outdistances him and he hasn’t
the speed to stay with her.
As his gaze searches the empty horizon,
he realizes the others have sped
away, too. Frustrated, he growls
his displeasure over and over again.
The lion hungers…