The King of the Jungle is a Queen
After the mating thing ...the Lion wanders aimlessly with little else to fill his thoughts
Than hatred of the young new stud who might wander in to take his edgy place within the Pride.

The Lioness has had her fill of him.
He now becomes a useless thing
A lumbering Brute who clings to being near so she may fill his larder
Whilst he lolls about the grass ...his long and heavy hair deterring him From any useful task...He cannot run like her. He cannot kill like her.

He cannot love like her.

She and her female clan...the lionesses of the group
All prune and stroke and lick and love each other
They are the group...and he...the one who sleeps beneath the tree In endless idleness.
Have you watched the lion ...?
I have watched the Lion hunt
SlowHeavy panting after the kill Lumbering beast with a ton of hair all useless in the wind... All useless in the chase.
He is no King..

The King of the Jungle is a Queen... I have long known this...
The Lioness ,her Sisters pose a different thing..swift and with a well placed attitude
They run... light as feathers swept , driven by the winds of instinct in the round up and the bringing down
Of that which they pursue....
They circle they exhaust the beast and then move in to drag it down...
A collective group.
And if the Lion does appear...it is as a parasite ...to sucK the blood
To gorge on what the Queen has felled.
The king of the Jungle is a Queen...I have long known this...

Kristine Byrne
Sydney Australia.... Oct. 2010...