Leonine you are, we say,
but today, only light –
winds,
clouds,
gray, mild sunshine,
and a breezy chill in the air.
Perhaps you’re saving energy,
waiting for better prey –
a colder, wetter, wilder moment,
a time to truly roar,
to give a little more of your royal self.
You’ll pounce then,
claws and jaws and teeth and trouble,
and surprise us all.
A Virginia Writer's Diary 
Most assuredly so! Like the imagery. 🙂
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Thank you! I’m waiting for our surprise March snowstorm. We’ve gotten one for the last two years. Tick tock, Lion Month, tick tock…
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Wonderful, the poem is so moving. 😊
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Thank you!
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