alpine mesa
The lion crawled slowly,
so light no footsteps were left.
Yet the hunter was still snoring,
not knowing he'll die miserably.
Even the lion is shocked,
for the hunter's naivety, idiocy.
Never had it seen such a fool,
the lion started to think:
"Are there traps nearby?
Is a beast with him abide?
Or are there hunters in the bushes,
pointing spears at me?"
But the lion sensed no threat,
like a quiet, even tranquil horizon.
all there was were the land and the sky,
along with some bushes and a guy.
At last, the lion jumped on the hunter,
facing no backfire, nor lament.
Leaving only a trace of footsteps,
and an odour cadaver.