Tonight I face the lion, I know he’s near, feel his stare mauling me… a deep cold chill fills my heart, and hollows my mind… Heavy fear, like black embalming ink, yet I know that it must be eye to eye, that I live or die …
I thought I heard him in the primitive wooded part of the backyard… I’m sure I saw four legs and a tail… a big head, massive shoulder, power forearm, fist with claw.
All I have to do is go for a walk, I know he’s crouching, stalking, waiting, my death a game in his head.
He won’t engage until I go to him, so he lurks, and our day will come….. eye-to-eye.
