the penn'ed king of beasts did not read his restlessness for the sad nature which it evinced. he did not comprehend his boredom as loneliness, nor his easy wrath a signal of his slipping thoughts.
uhuru fell to his discipline.
it felt as though he had patrolled the entire savannah twice, though this could not be true.
he lay insensate near the acacia, gaze darkening with vague recognition as a leonine shape swung up into a higher point.
he told himself he was only deluded by the heat, and shut his eyes as not to be tormented any longer by so radiant a vision.


