I am a lion living in a landscape
Of my own devising.
My pride begets my solitude;
I speak to stars revolving silently above me.
The streams I drink from slake my thirst—
Their waters are not muddied
By the herds that skirt me warily.
I sleep in the heat of the noonday sun
While other creatures run about their business.
I roar for my own pleasure,
Echoing the strength I draw from my domain.
The wind and clouds encourage me
To move in agile leaps and bounds.
Sudden showers bring the rain
That washes, cleans my senses.
I see all things again as if I were a visitor
Embarking on a rare adventure.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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