Watch carefully the path you casually tread,
for silently, I am intently watching you,
each step you take heard, and noted.
You may hide in a rustling grove of trees
however that will do no good for you,
nor will the gently waving grass hide you.
There is no help to call, no savior,
to rise up and thwart my advance,
there is only you and I, soon to be one.
That tawny ripple in the midday sunlight,
it is I devouring the seconds and minutes
until our journey meets in the dust of today.
You should know I have waited for you,
it is on the gentle breeze your musk rode,
a tingling arousal of my senses announced you.
Do not fear me, give in to this chance moment,
opportunity made us companions for our dalliance,
desire’s craving the hunger that feeds this kismet.
We each have a place in this life, to give and to take,
defined by an evolving chain of living and dying.
I feel no malice, we are both prisoners to our birth.
You will be an honor to my ancient royalty,
For I am Simba, King of the Jungle, and you,
are a delicious irony for my kingdom’s table.
©2018, Donald Harbour