She steadies her gaze in keen-eyed focus
Belying the act with her languishing body
The long grass tickles her whiskers
Her ears flicker from the incessant insects
The noonday sun beats down without mercy
She keeps to her post with studied patience
Her cubs gambol in and around her feet
Oblivious to her plans for a late dinner
The shadows of the tall grass
Camouflage the leopard’s coat
and obscure her sleek, lean lines
and belie the strength of her muscular frame
A sharp and sudden change in her demeanour
Reveals a neck elongated in sharp expectancy
And eyes that narrow in complete concentration
She steadies herself for the rush of adrenaline
The straggler tantalises with its lazy totter
Unaware of the approaching danger
The gap widens between the herd and the ambler
The feline’s ferocious sprint barely raises a hair’s breath of wind
The victim’s pain is but brief when the leopard sinks
It’s vice-like but deadly grip over its throat.
The futile struggle is over in seconds
Mother and cubs will feast tonight
The circle of life continues on!
(C) Wendy Robinson
All Rights Reserved
You see, when we die, our bodies become the grass,
and the antelope eat the grass. And so, we are all
connected in the great Circle of Life.
~ Mufasa (The Lion King)
Disclaimer: My thanks go to the photographers from Free images, Pinterest, Unsplash and Pixabay for the above images. They are magnificent.