Acacia and Rest

 

Roar like a train
Exerting last power
Sun going down
The King has this hour.
Day's chase behind
The women did well
Zebra and springbok
Some bellies to fill.
Cubs long supine
As birds sing to sleep.
Resting these lions
And no lesser, creeps.
Wild dogs know well.
The scraps wait til morn.
Hyenas, eyes glinting.
The kill slashed and torn.
Vultures in shadow
Their heads nestle low
Acacias near timeless
Still memories grow.