“...In the jungle, the mighty jungle…the lion…” Dammit, Leo growled. Bathsheba licked his face, “It is only for this night!”
They had watched the firestorm as it burned south of the Savannah sending floods of prey fleeing. It had been a delight to see. Being chief predators, Leo and his mate had systematically hunted every antelope leaping.
With their bellies full, Leo and mate Bathsheba curled up under the Land Rover and watched the humans as they sang that damn song around the fire pit, swilling beer. Leo and Bathsheba had a choice to make: Follow the course of nature, culling out those humans or they could set about the business of reproducing.
They, of course, set about doing what they do best.
My take on my take on underlined words. which were offerings from the weekly challenge, Wednesday Words. This was created 12 years ago by a blogger who no longer uses her computer, Delores.
