Lions Watching Eye Poem by James McLain

To see the tail..
Held...aloft...
Lifting of hair..
Combed back
Golden..black..
Silver..the mane...
Hiding against..
Climbing..into..
The tree..laying..
With the grain..
Relief..hot breath..
Telling..closing your..
Heart..as it beats..
To the beast..down..
Beneeth..you..the..
Scent wells..Up..
Out..red..cloud..for..
Miles..it floats....
Lion..bleeds..it's..
Prey..to feel..life..
So..full..once again..