There are differences in reflections that appear in every
polished stone, body of water, glass, or mirror.
I have pondered as to whether such variations
are caused by the particular properties
inherent in those reflective mediums,
their qualities and composition,
or are the differences due to
the amount of light available
at the time an image is viewed.
What is seen might also be effected
by one's state of mind when viewing it,
and might vary from individual to individual,
meant to communicate a unique message to each.
He had a broad nose and agate eyes that looked directly at you.
A golden mane encircled his large face and head like a halo.
Other lions either admired or envied Lyman. He preferred his
Lyman was one of seven siblings. He had only one brother.
Morgan was slightly older than Lyman, his best friend and hero.
The others were five sisters, whom Lyman judged were foolish
The young lions were now adults and still without mates.
They were devoted to each other and to their loving parents.
By day the entire pride roamed the veldt in search of prey.
Moro, the leader, along with his sons, Morgan and Lyman,
had the task of cornering and killing small animals which might
On sunny days, Lyman and Morgan liked to walk together,
down to the marsh to drink from the shallow lake, perhaps to
On one such walk, Lyman failed to see a stealthy hunter
hiding in the high grass, neither had Morgan as he walked
beside his brother. The hunter rose and pointed his rifle at
When Moro and Rishi learned of their eldest son's death,
a dense cloud of depression engulfed them both. The family
knew their aging parents would never recover completely.
Without hesitation, Lyman assumed leadership of the pride.
He took on the responsibility of finding mates for his sisters.
At first, he thought it would be difficult, but it went well.
Each of them was paired with a compatible male from
a neighboring pride and went to live with a new family.
Lyman was left with only his parents to care for. He did this
unselfishly, without regard for his own personal happiness.
Coincidentally, in the process of visiting other prides
to negotiate matches, Lyman met Gala, a lovely lioness,
who was the sister of Kong, the mate he had chosen for his
own sister, Bara. Eventually, Gala became Lyman's mate,
strengthening his pride and reuniting them with Bara.
They lived happily until a terrible tragedy struck the combined
pride. Gala succumbed to a serious illness and was suddenly
taken from them. Lyman felt that life no longer held anything
I have heard the nearby villagers speak of three lions they
In time, everything changes, crumbles, crashes,
or tumbles, and crumples to tiny bits of dust.
All things wither and waste away, while we watch,
Some things rust, eroding, corroding,
often exploding, as they spontaneously combust.
Some things grow rotten when they are forgotten,
or become broken from
overuse and abuse.
We too, stagger, stumble, and mumble
as we fumble in our foolish, humble existence.
Dreary, wary, weary of wearing down badly, in spite
of our persistence.
Graying and wrinkling, worrying sadly,
with never an inkling of what will happen to us,
until it hits,
until it pits us flatly against a wall,
life is appalling. What is it all about?
Remember when we were bursting with dreams and wishes,
looking ahead with longing, thirsting
for the paradise we promised ourselves. —Wouldn't it be nice?
Perhaps we missed that chance while pondering our pitiable
No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it is not the river, and he is not the same man.
—Medusa, with thanks to Linda Klein for today’s leontine poetry!
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