I acknowledge the supposition that I may not express myself all that well in my regular interactions with friend or foe, but that by no means makes me an idiot. To quote Jami, “Everyone has their own ways of expression. I believe we all have a lot to say, but finding ways to say it is more than half the battle.” Really, I just find the role of observer more in keeping with my personal proclivities.
When I’m not spending quality time with my fellow hyenas (my comrades in arms, if you will) I can often be found enjoying the works of Shelley and Keats, or the Bard of Avon himself (such a delight!). I also enjoy painting, although the palette available to me in my less-than-ideal situation is somewhat limiting. I do try; I draw on my surroundings for inspiration, and my piece ‘Zebra carcass in evening light’ is one of which I am particularly proud.
I sometimes find it frustrating, following Scar in his lazy machinations; there are few issues possessed of that lion that a solid round of therapy couldn’t fix. Meanwhile we hyenas await his command and fall in line. I have attempted to enlighten my friends, but to no avail. I swear, sometimes it’s like they don’t even hear words when I speak! But one must allow for lesser intellects in all their forms… especially if that form is a plump little lion cub, right about lunchtime.