He felt his slender throbbing legs
As fear coursed through all the four
His screaming senses pointing at
The approaching danger furthermore
He was but a few weeks old
A little fawn yet very agile
New to this World so large
Unaware of the capricious Wild
All stood still in the tall grass
To move he did not dare
His neck now craned to his right
To the danger now more aware
The afternoon Sun beat down on him
As he tried to look around
And then he caught the change in
green
A shade of very hairy brown
Out lunged a mighty beast
The pride’s great alpha male
The little fawn had darted now
With a giant lion on his tail
Swift as an arrow, against the wind
On his nimble feet flying away
In hot pursuit the lion was
Top predator versus little prey
The lion inched bit by bit
Within his grasp the agile fawn
In his monstrous jaws the little
thing
Would disappear now forever gone
With a final leap upon the fawn
He dug deep his dagger claws
He landed in a cloud of dust
In which his prey was completely lost
The fawn would live for another day
As he was the victorious one
He reached the herd and moved on
And thus the miracle was done
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