Tonight I face the lion, I know he’s near, feel his stare mauling me. A deep cold chill fills my heart, troubles my mind. Heavy fear, like black embalming ink, yet I know that it must be eye to eye, that I live or die.
I’m sure I heard him in the primitive wooded part of the backyard, I know I saw four legs and a tail, a big head, massive shoulder, power forearm, fist with claw.
He’s waiting for me to go for a walk, sly crouching, waiting, my death a game in his head.
He won’t engage until I go to him, so he schemes, and Our Day Will Come, Eye To Eye.
