The powerful who mate

The last lion left
was walking the face of the earth
with a trashed shoulder,
ok,
stumbling into lots of wrecked fur
it drags along, sure,
terrorized by huge hunger and thirst visions,
we know.
nevertheless it doesn't long for siblings,
savanna big catches or crystal clear rivers
its dreams are all about birds and seeds


It wakes up with plump partridges
between his eyelids
unfolded peacocks crowd him
along his path through cities
both the sun and clouds send millions of egrets
these days and
every time he approaches
eaves or a tree
looking for shade or shelter
these all turn into
pouring mountains of grains
oh!so many colours!
look!! see?!
wow...