The Lion

On the hot, green grass 

there roams a beast 

He looks for something to eat 

An insect buzzing, birds flocking 

    Then the world stands still

A gazelle appears on the Horizion,

little does She know,

the Beast is watching, his breath taints the grass,

the the Lion bolts across the Expanse, and impales the unknowing prey 

It is time to eat 

but another hides behind 

Hidden,

Unseen, 

the baby gazelle is in pain, 

his dead mother,

blue eyed mother

Lying lifeless on the plain