Restlessness

Chaos sometimes appears in restless form while empty weighs in with a hefty dose of blah, accompanied by boredom. A lioness of energy roars for the hunt of dreams that won’t wait for a starving hunter. She growls low and furrows her brow with a quizzical suggestion of NOW. Now is the time to pounce, now is when something must happen, but she waits because she must. Agitatedly waits for the next meal of direction to fill the empty of tedium.

Out of the chaotic wilds a new kind of meal comes, but not yet. Lioness must linger and listen for her prey of dreams. Will she recognize it when it comes, or will it pass stealthily by unnoticed? She prances back and forth eager to capture her new essence.