Hunt Over The Savannah Grass
Sun rays rest upon the yellow grass
Roots of the acacia tree stretching for miles
In search for water a tree is like any other type of life,
Under the beating sun starved for nutrition
The neck of the giraffe sticks out over the rock like a watch tower
A lion stalks through the tall grass
Creeping up on a gazelle it steps with caution
It jumps towards the gazelle and miraculously
The Lion misses the prey
In terror and instinct the gazelle escapes
A pursuit commences
With speed and deadly intent the
Lion is still too slow
Maybe out of his prime he rests
In the grass exhausted
No meal for the night
The neck of the giraffe points his eyes over to the right
A poacher sits in the bush
Sights set on the tired lion