The Roar, by D.Visan

'The Roar'
       by Daniel Visan


Like the prey faced with deciding
just which hunter should become the victor
quietly occupied the den in hiding,
you tuned in to hear the whispers
but got deafened by the roar.

As the din in breath begins to ebb,
your ordeal continues unabated.
While the danger just goes on to fester,
you resort to tether and sequester
your well-being in cave.

Then a heightened sense of pure denial,
that your thoughts pestered like the Nile
did long ago the golden sands subdue,
you go out looking for anew.

You searched the grass and carefully appraised,
did not see it coming, you cheerfully still grazed.
The death was swift, quite common such a pension,
you now had the hunter's undivided attention.