The old lion touched me the most. How can artificial eyes look so sad? It made me wonder if the taxidermist was feeling the same as he prepared the King of the jungle for his life behind glass? I promised him that he would feature in one of my paintings when I said goodbye.
Old Lion, how did you spend your days.
I hope you felt the African sun on your back.
Your real eyes have long gone, what did they see?
Zebra, impala, Baobab tree.
Your body treated and preserved for humans to admire.
In a cold case you stand, blind glass eyes.
I would take you out if I could.
Faded and sad and misunderstood.
(Words by me)