What the Lion Knows

What the Lion Knows

Waiting in the wild
Hiding in the trees
I listen to the vultures
And shiver in the breeze.

The whole expanse of earth 
Stretches wide and grows

While I listen to my breath

Wondering what the lion knows.

I have always been the hunter.

I have never been the prey.

But that may change at nightfall

With the dying of the day.

Too soon darkness falls

And I huddle in my fright

Because I cannot see well

And the lion owns the night.