I’m asleep in the depths of the savanna.
Under the shade of a tree that lets a bit of sunlight through the gaps of the leaves.
I’ve been asleep for about 8, 10, maybe 12 hours.
My stomach is hungry, it’s time to find my prey.
So I get up, stumble my way past my pride, and head out.
I’ve got my strategic hat on, as I catch my eye on a few lone wildebeests.
My mane is itchy, but I’m ready.
I skirt around the outside, and without giving the wildebeest a chance, pounce.
Without hesitation, I bite his neck, cut his windpipe off, and kill him for my dinner.
Luckily, I’m not far from the pride, who are overjoyed at some extra food tonight.
My pride is happy. My stomach is settled. And my hard work is done. Time to rest and go again tomorrow.