Whispering Lions
Reflection
In the realm of shadows, two lions meet,
Their faces a testament to wild majesty,
Eyes locked in a silent, ancient greeting,
A moment frozen, a bond so deep and free.
Their manes, a tangle of darkness and light,
Framing faces that speak of primal might,
Their noses touch, a gentle, loving caress,
A symbol of trust, in a world of wilderness.
The black and white tones, a timeless dance,
Between light and shadow, a delicate prance,
The texture of their fur, a tactile delight,
Inviting the viewer, to step into their night.
Their eyes, a window to their soul,
A reflection of their wild, untamed role,
In this moment, they are one, a single being,
Connected in a way, that transcends all seeing.