Lion Hunter
I am the lion hunter
Hunting for the thrill
Not the kill
Shrinking in and out of darkness
And spotlight
In the rough brushing grass
The lion slowly approaches
In the darkness
He is hiding
He comes up beside me
And freezes
Staring into his eyes
I see
He is the king
I know
I understand
He has won
I watch as he leaves
I stand there breathless
With my lowered spear
Surrounded by darkness
I am free
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