The young Lion

Is ready for mating

But cannot find a mate.—-

Simple enough,

But the food chain depends

On this lion.

If he can’t mate,

How will he reproduce

And make young that will control the deer population?—-

The days seem long to the lion.

His seed is reproducing inside him

But he is feeble.

Insulting the God that gave him his gifts,

For what use is he if he cannot live on through his offspring?

Surely other, lesser animals would

Jump at any mating opportunity if

They had the lion’s gifts and blessings.

If only they knew.

If only they knew the dangers and struggles

The humble lion faces.

The lion cannot take glory until

Glory has passed him by.—-

The lion is tired of the pressure,

The pressure he exerts on himself.

He cannot see that

Although he is important,

Only he has the power to loosen expectations.—-

Months and months,

Years and years.—-

Time to relax, urgency passes by.

A lioness?  No big deal anymore,

What joy can come from mating

If life is so lifeless without it?—-

Spring forth peace of mind.  Content.—-

Whether a mate comes or not,

Today or tomorrow,

The lion is satisfied with his role.

His destiny is set, his soul is free.—-

The lion has passed maturation

And is finally ready to mate.