| P R E D A T O R |
| The lion awaits in the tall grass waiting to pounce on his prey A small deer which eats in the distance not far from where the lion lay He sqauts real low as not to be caught his eyes grow thin yet wide Even if the deer knew of his presence theres no where that it can hide his haunches tighten up, as he leaps out his muscles bulging from the strain the deer sees him and runs like hell the lion seeks to kill and maim do not think badly of the lion he only needs to stalk then eat and we all know as humans here the deer is the sweetest of meat Alas the deer doth escape his legs are much faster than the lion and he thanks his lucky stars that he is free instead of dyin' The lion goes off on a search for another animal he can kill For even if he had eaten the deer his insatiable hunger would not fill So in the tall grasses he lies in wait for the next unlucky character to come along The circle of life can be morbid and harsh but killing is never really wrong. |