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my two favourite boys

We were sitting in the grass by the lake,
watching the ravens and the sparrows and the rowers gliding past,
sharing chips and thoughts and a Saturday noon in the shade.

He said to me:

I was having a shower this morning,
and I thought of a lion in Africa walking through the grass.
You know, you see these things in books and in documentaries,
but you forget that it exists, and has a life too.
I realised right at this very moment,
there is a lion walking in the grass in Africa,
BEing, just like me.