The two legged bait, was young..rash..
already wounded..leaking..and blind.
The lion, was very long, yellow of tooth.
Last approach was not very stealthy.
The lion took the bait.
We watched the lion walk off happily satisfied,
knowing that as..
long as we 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....
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