Enough poetry: enjoy some science writing for a change.
What does our relationship with lions need to become, if this ancient conflict is to come to dusk in such a way that an early morning air that’s charged with the roaring of the dawn chorus still greets the sunrise?
And there she still is; and so it hasn’t worked.
Conserving a bird species, then, by dedicating the vast majority of your time and effort to the human communities that share space with it.
It is a singular relationship, that which exists between humans and lions.
That the first tentative steps toward deep, eventual friendship, informed by a self-interest in easy food as those steps may have been, were taken, willingly, by wolves.
I have, for so long now, found so little wild, so few pockets without their shadow, and so few of the wilder, natural prey. They are not within my grasp.