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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399013" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On a spoor</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were hot on a fresh spoor <br>and the bushman tracker said <br>that the enemy were not far ahead </div><div style="margin:10px 0">when we crossed through some dense bush <br>under some trees <br>and looking up I saw something on a branch </div><div style="margin:10px 0">camouflaged, dappled into the shade <br>and yellow eyes peered down at me <br>filled with rage, with energy </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and astounded more than anything <br>I brought the gun to bear, <br>but the pent up energy, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">melted with languid grace <br>right into the tree <br>as if it wasn’t aware of me, aware of us </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and we walked on past a clearing <br>into the open veldt where hip high grass <br>was interrupted by some green thorn bushes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A huge male lion came bursting <br>out of one of the bushes <br>with swishing tale running at full speed </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and we all froze in our strides with weapons ready <br>and it was almost <br>as if the light machinegun’s trigger was tempting me <br>to shoot the raging storming animal down </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and at that moment I was relieved <br>that it was not the leopard that would jump, <br>from one of us after another at sheer speed </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and at quick succession try to kill us all <br>being a expert at baboon hunting <br>and thus at killing primates </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but the tracker had signalled for all of us<br>to wait when he saw it <br>and that party of special force soldiers </div><div style="margin:10px 0">was ready to kill when that lion <br>came to a halt with swishing tail right in front of me <br>and I can still smell its foul breath </div><div style="margin:10px 0">when it roared with wide-open jaws<br>and terror hit my stomach like a mighty fist<br>and I could have cut it down </div><div style="margin:10px 0">blasting it right from the ground <br>but the ferocity, the beauty of that beast <br>halted me as if I was watching it in a dream </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I watched its yellow fangs and pink tongue <br>totally motionless trying to stare it down <br>and suddenly it turned around </div><div style="margin:10px 0">walking back into the veldt <br>timid and kitten-eyed <br>disappearing into the grass, melting into it</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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and the bushman tracker said 
that the enemy were not far ahead 

when we crossed through some dense bush 
under some trees 
and looking up I saw something on a branch 

camouflaged, dappled into the shade 
and yellow..."></div>
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