Death On the Plains
the lion crouch creep closer and closer watching and wait for the perfect moment silently sneak through the tall grass lick his lip at the smell of fresh meat anxious for his next meal swagger ostentatiously a he move along heft his mighty weight without a sound he fill his lung with air finally ready to pounce suddenly pelt like apiston out of hide disrupt the serene setting of elk an enormous roar rise from his throat that ring throughout the plain chaos ensues a elk try to flee but ala the lion's wrath be too powerful all the creature fall and quiet come the only sound the eerie silenceof death on the plain