The two legged bait...was young..rash..
already wounded..leaking....and blind.
The lion...very old...yellow long of tooth.
His last approach was not very....stealthy.
The lion took too the bait.
We watched the lion walk off happily satisfied,
knowing that....as long as we can never wait...
and over our next meal..we can replay this..
one over..and over..i wonder..how can some..
people be so disgustingly....sensitive...to...cats..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem