It’s an unusual picture in National Geographic this month. There's a tree in Tanzania, sort of dry looking and umbrella-shaped. A lion is in the crook of the trunk, her mouth open as though roaring or yawning in the direction of the camera. I say her because there is no mane, though perhaps it could be a juvenile lion. Behind her is a dead mammal, like a gazelle, draped on a branch. And high above the lion, there’s a leopard flying over the tree.

Spotted cat stretched out like Superman, blue sky, nothing else.

The story goes that the lion climbed the tree to steal the leopard’s fresh kill, and the leopard is hastily leaving the scene, deciding its dinner isn’t worth fighting for.