A living legend has died. Not of old age. Advanced in years, Cecil walked always as an ecological study of magnificence. Treasured by rangers and tourists alike, (adored may be too easy a word), Cecil defined the spirit of wildness. Known to stop cars in their tracks as he padded along a dusty road, he would lay his … More Cecil the Lion – Legendary Trophy
Across deserted fields, under fire, prints of his last run leave their mark, pairs of tiny split hearts, coursing the ground like tears. * * * Poem and photo by Mary O’Connor. “Deer Tracks” reprinted from Dreams of a Wingless Child, Mary O’Connor, Wheatmark Press © 2007.