What does a weak
Roar do to the herd?

Nothing.

It does not scatter
Or scare.

It merely floats on
The air like a whisper
That no body's sure
If it was real or
Just in their imagination.

No amount of noise seems
To make a difference.

The Lion is still alone.

No longer in the pride
It grew up in, for reasons
Of seeming necessity.

The Lion weeps for its
Loss, knowing the tears
Won't change a thing.

Should the Lion search for
A new pride to join?

Should it fight for the old?

Or should the feline lay down
It's head and give up completely?

Time is the only one able
To decide the Lion's fate.

Until time catches up, a feeble
roar is all that can be heard.