Walking with Lions
A dream of an ocean of Amber . . .
I walk in the daytime Savannah,
Through a grove of acacia trees,
I suddenly see a lion,
And my fear is a living thing.
I scramble up an acacia,
The lion waits at the foot of the tree.
After what seems like an eon has passed,
The lion is walking away.
A man with a striped headcloth
Shouts silent words up to me.
Now I walk with the lions,
And I am not afraid.
We walk through the grass
And the ocean of Amber sings.
Bruce Mundhenke enjoys nature, reading, and writing poetry. He has published poems in Calvary Cross, Dead Snakes, UFO Gigolo, plum tree tavern, and Jellyfish Whispers. He lives in Illinois with his wife and their dog and cat.