Beautiful lion prowling the day
Princely, forlorn
finding her prey
pouncing and crouching

teak forest stream
meandering along
through Gir forest green
Maldhari child
sheds tears in fear,

Just recently here in Colorado Springs there have been several mountain lion sightings along with a few attacks. The attack involved a mother mountain lion showing a young cub how you can hunt. The target-someones’ pet dog in their back yard.

Indian Gujarat lions
suddenly appear
hunting for cattle,
Maldhari land
love, hope, danger,

India’s commanding voice
African sunset,
sunburnt, dusty haze
outlines of acacia trees,
grazing antelopes leaping,
grasses are swaying
in warm breezes

Indian sunset, blistering red
orange, gold sky burning
sunset filled with colors

African lions
napping at dusk
Indian lion, purring
and roaring

Mountain lion attacks this time of year are relatively unusual. They typically are driven to lower elevations to find water and food when it’s dry-not inside the middle of winter.

Indian lion,
bends down so low
wandering stream bed,
twisting and turning
sipping cool water,

The Hill

A post-card perfect, sun descends,
Orange ball of soft and gentle heat-
On streets,
Pockmarked,
Sidewalks cracked
Twisting up and about

The hill-
A mini-Calcutta fantasy,
A Bombay, Gujaratan festival of life,
-Throbbing,

They use a stalking technique when out inside the back country to obtain their prey. Bears are surprisingly agile and fast but are up to 2-3 times the size of your quite fast 120 pound cat.

In the event you encounter a mountain lion or rather a person finds you hiking or camping 1 means of self defense is to appear as big as you can with arms outstretched and yell and scream. The threatening bluff may work. It does occasionally on bear attacks too.

Try throwing whatever you can come across at the cat-rocks, sticks, branches but don’t run or turn your back. However….

Painted turbans dot the landscape,
Like violet and orange flowers ,
Of a sun-specked Monet oil painting,

A mini-Mecca of Arabic tongues,
Blended in and out weaved in foreign stores,
Like a subdued strand of color,
In an Oriental rug soon to be sold;

Indian spices, aromas rising,
Like winding invisible snakes
Of aromatic wonder,
From restaurants and vendors-

Smokeless, traceless trails of pleasure,
Foods as timeless
As the painting
Of a mural- tracing
The passion of life’s journey
On a single canvas;

Who could believe that this town of
Italian card games
Irish neighborhoods of 100 years
Could transform, metamorphose, becoming what it is,
An America-Calcuttan Gujaratan Mecca
Of spices, throbbing footsteps including a myriad tongues,
Mahatma Gandhi Boulevard
The gentle hill

Of Newark Avenue.
Jersey City, NJ

The harp resounds with harmonious chords,
a beautiful noise of love outpours,
a gentle breeze blows through the air,
by means of flowers blooming without having a care;

So graceful in their peaceful world
as violets, aquas and reds unfurl
to bloom with lovely, easy grace,
a symphony of color is traced;

On a canvas of springtime and summer flowers,
with oils and pastels alive to light the hours
a graceful painting from heaven bends
dovelike petals with fingers extend,

Reflecting the sun of futures bright,
gently whispers that points are right,
of peaceful days that by no means will end
to let you know God is your friend.

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