The Lion went Silent

The Lion went Silent

The red raging lion
went silent.
It's roar used to be heard for miles
and jungle vine would shudder in vibration,
and birds would nestle closer in communion,
and monkeys sleeping
would absentmindedly clutch their tails in intimidation.

The lion used to roar so much
calling to a find mate on the edge of the field.
He would call an uproarious howl of fame
and moments later, one day, came back the same.

The red raging lion
waited silent.
It roared and a lover should come a calling
through the jungle vines they would tatter
through the trees where birds nestle would scatter
and awake the monkeys
in a frenzy of seduction patter.

But no lover came for the red great lion.
Hunters would have come already
for the rare prize he was.
But being fair, he tried again just because.

So the red raging lion
roared again.
It roared louder than before with great vibrato.
That jungle vines did tatter
and nestled birds did scatter
and the awakened monkeys
did frenzy-

but no seduction patter.

And to the red lion came the soft roar again
across the jungle, near some edge.
And he thought perhaps this is a game
and I should go to her, all the same.

And the red raging lion
walked through the trees.
But it was quite the lonely walk indeed.
Jungle vines laid in tatters on the ground.
The sounds of lilting nestled birds could not be found.
And awakened monkeys
moved away, did not lounge.

The lion humbled came to the end,
where he did come to find an edge.
And he roared out to find his mate
and moments later- his answer imitate.

And the red raging lion
walked back.
Though vine,
and nest,
and home.
The red raging lion
went silent.

-Matthew Koutzun