Impotent roars...the plains echo nothing. A Hyena, emboldened, laughs from afar. Come closer...yes...closer. Surely the failing voice hints of fear...and infirm supplication...Closer! Nip again if you dare...can you be appeased once you've savored the taste? Surely victories feast rests behind your narrowed eyes...Closer...see how he lies...lax...lame...and alone.

Coiled inside...he waits. Closer beast...I've no voice for you true...but twice nipped shall see that craven laugh struck dumb. Narrowed eyes soon saucered will protest and mirror the fading light...There'll be no feast. Just a dessicated memory of torment lost in the grasses...a carcass covered by time...feeding weeds...forgotten.

Closer...