Predator, prey

[lion’s head]He sits directly in my path, staring. There’s no way to get around him, and going through him is beyond consideration, considering the multiple sharp, hooked weapons he’s carrying…including the one pointed directly at me. His head rotates…left, right, left again…and then he re-fixes his gaze on me as he lets out a low ululation. A warning, perhaps. I don’t know what I’m going to do.

Eventually, his lids droop, and he seems to fall into a wary semi-slumber. Or is he just faking it? Maybe I can step over him, if I move quickly…

…continued here.


3 Comments

  • Jake Parrott

    June 21, 2009

    Silly thunder-god. Table Mountain is about flora, not fauna. More plant varieties than all of the British Isles.

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  • thor iverson

    June 21, 2009

    Oh, I was aware. The mini-essay on plants comes in the next entry, amidst a visit to Kirstenbosch.

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  • Jake Parrott

    June 22, 2009

    Ahhh. Kirstenbosch. I was there during a (mostly) rainless wind tempest in the wintertime, and I still loved it.

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