Panthera

A lone ǃKung stands watching
As a leopard hunts in deep dusk
Tonight there is a kill
An impala a bit too slow
Held strongly by the throat
And dragged towards a tree
The stars appear in the clear sky
And the man smiles
Tonight there will be stories to tell
As the young play with the fire

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