Harvest Poem by Paul Julian

Full of his years
An ancient lion sprawls in the dust
Eyeing a morsel from afar;
Remembering the savannahs of his youth;
Anticipating the desert sky
Of his future.
He blinks and
The bird is up an flying.
He watches with mild curiosity
As she loses herself to the heavens,
An image fading in the wind
While he remains
Resigned to his ever shrinking ground.
His passions,
Are now slowly saved
And quickly spent.