Stalked by the lion



I am the weak prey evading it’s jaws



My legs are lagging and I cannot rest until I know I am safe



This barren savannah has no mercy



No respite to hide , so I must keep running.



A vulnerable antelope, my stamina wanes



Stumbling and panting, my will to survive subsides



Tunnel-vision focused on an escape, when will this end?



Only when the hunted becomes the hunter.