Pouncing through the trees as the wind howls in and out of the ears of a king. The full moon glistens from up above as the sparkling stars illuminate the pitch-black sky. The leaves rustle quicker then how they change colors. The delicate stream flows at a steady pace, while the fish move gracefully through the crystal clear blue water. The king of the jungle immerses from the darkness for a night of adventure.

            Being the king of the jungle isn’t easy. Projecting fierceness all the time is tough work, even for a king!. Behind the eyes of terror lies a beautiful yellow unique coat of smooth delicate fur. Looking out into the gorgeous grassy plains gives a sense of mystery. Everything is quiet to the untrained ear, but with closer inspection lies an uncharted territory bustling with life. The leafless African baobab tree stands stout as the wind blows through the branches. Bits of dust swirl through the air from the sandy open woodlands. The king of the jungle sleeps 16 to 20 hours a day through the heavy wind and has no worries of predators lingering along the way. All predators know he is on the top of the food chain and a force not to be reckoned with. The open savannah welcomes the king of the jungle to any shady spot under a tree until the hot sun sets and dinnertime begins. Of course dinnertime is a big deal for a hungry lion.

            Once again the sunsets in the west and the sparkling moon shines through the hot savannah sky. The king of the jungle wakes up from his deep sleep, starving and determined to find his prey, after all he was born with instincts that give him a lust for blood. Quick but sly, using steady movements through the jungle the lion searches for a  delicious dinner that awaits his arrival ahead. In the distance beyond the desert white strips light up and reflect off the calm stream. This zebra is in for a rude awakening now that the king of the jungle has a hold of him. Quietly ducking down not shaking the high grass to startle the zebra he patiently awaits for the right time to pounce. His claws tense and a glob of drool proceeds to fall from his sweating tongue.