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Hunger Is His Only Enemy
~ sinew and flesh, tooth and claw ~
1 min readSep 14, 2019
In viridescent depths of the jungle
as if it were an eye of an emerald,
his own eyes on fire,
the lion crouches.
A hush descends —
the king is hunting.
Far away,
he hears a rustle.
Tenses,
waits, tail swishing.
His golden mane
like many threads of the sun
ripples in wet breath of expectant trees.
Hunger is his only enemy.
With a roar of a thousand thunderclaps
he leaps upon his prey,
an antelope,
and snaps its neck
as if it were porcelain.
Farida Haque