The Roar Of The Lion
Author: Don Fraser
We were on safari in Kenya, one night as we were sitting by the bright fire, we could see the reflections of eyes looking at us, the eyes never stayed in one place, they seemed to be circling our fire and us, we could only imagine they were hyenas waiting to come close to the fire and kill and eat us, My native guide had told me of many experience he had heard of this.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Meri (220.127.116.11) -- Tuesday, October 11 2011, 07:42 pm|
Glad the people in this story were unharmed.
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