The Dreams of Beasts
The lion wakes on the warm night savanna.
He raises his stony head and yawns.
He blinks, then looks over to the cub he did not murder
and he blinks again, wondering with the mind of a man
if he did not make a mistake.
The cub rolls over to face his father with eyes wide open,
clear as the moon.
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