A few years ago I took a photo of the lion at the Sacramento Zoo. I was close. He roared. Enough said. Glad it was a zoo and, in particular, one that treats its captives well, or so it would appear. I’ve been to the Bronx Zoo and the one in Rome, both decades ago. I’m not a zoo fan, although it is an excellent place to assess human nature–how people react to captive animals. Sometimes they taunt the big cats–that’s sad and a reason why I don’t like wildlife on display, behind bars. This photo reminds me of a majestic animal’s cry of remorse for having lost the opportunity to hunt for the next meal, (or to let the lioness do the work). At least my shot was in focus.