The tigers kept to the shade, turned away from the onlookers and fascination-creatures on two legs. They looked out through tiger eyes, thinking tiger thoughts. Swish went their tails, occasionally, swish. Primal dignity.
The elephant knew what I was feeling. Her mind was lucid, comprehending. With a heart greater and stronger than my own, she understood why I kept looking away, yet accepted her life with a gentle patience that, in itself, elevated the woes of humanity to something transcendent of shimmering grace.
As for the lion, he locked eyes with me. “Why did you come here today?” he seemed to ask. “I don’t come to watch you sleep, to watch you clean meat from the bones given you. Go on now, do what I cannot. Go back. Go home.”