Léon. My grandfather. King of the Jungle.
Pure fantasy, but his name, when expressed in his accented French drawl, seeded a child’s imagination; a belief further emboldened by me being his little tiger.
Now, stooped over a coffin, caressing his manicured mane, what wouldn’t I give for one last roar?
Inspired by his grandfather, Steven stalks vowels and consonants, rustles them into words, and when rounded up, takes pride in his lines.
