Mother Nature’s Son

by solaris2001

As the child in the Lion King t-shirt leaned out from his stroller amidst the cacophonic throngs pulsating with residual heat from the palpable summer air outside the museum and pressed his sweaty hand against the glass case smudged by a scattershot of grimy, small fingerprints, he stared into the sinopia-tawny iris of the glass eye lodged in the motionless head of the stuffed carcass that was once a lion and also a stalker and eater of men amidst the thorn bomas on the Kenyan plains and could not imagine that one day he too could be a creature unfathomable.