The Lion’s Gaze: A Dawn Encounter on the Riverbank.

The Watchful Monarch: A Morning Encounter with the King of the Pride

Heavy-eyed and dazed, the male lion sits up, gazing intently at a hornbill’s morning feast, his own hunger long satisfied but curiosity stirring.

The young male lion cub moved slowly through the tall grass, his small frame pressing forward with deliberate caution.

The early morning dew reflects the cold snap of air as the lion pride male stirs to his feet.

He looked to one side, catching a glimpse of one of his pride emerging from the bush.

His roars rolled over the territory that was his kingdom.

The little lion cub began to hunt his father, his eyes locked on target.

The lion cub warily eyes me as I steady my shot of the pride at rest.

His youthful golden lion eyes, reflecting the last light of the setting sun, pierced the dusk with a quiet intensity.

The lion’s piercing stare studies his focus of interest: me.

A deeply quiet, yet proud, expression oozes as the elder lion of two brothers surveys his land in the early dawn.

He rests quietly, observing his land regally against the setting of incoming rolling mist.

His youthful golden eyes stare silently into the dusk, listening to the distant sounds of barking and the grunts of the wild echoing in the night ahead.

The younger of the two lion brothers gazes with steely confidence back at me, reflecting a certain pride over their African kingdom.