Shumba Famba
Verdant-vivid is the tall grass.
A gradual, rolling rumble from few spots on the horizon brings a chorus for the dawn to sail its orange sunlight o’er.
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.
It is a singular relationship, that which exists between humans and lions.