Hunted

A tiny speck in his gigantic world
Adoring protégé came along that girl;
A sparkle in the lion's expressive eyes
Told a tale clear as pure blue skies.

Many a word they exchanged
Forging a bond unexplained;
But destiny rolled its fateful dice
When the once warm lion turned to ice.

"I protect thee, o little one...
Your innocence overlooks aiming guns."
"Noble sire, jungle laws proclaim I should fear thee,
But my undiluted intentions set me free."

Torn between head and heart
Lion and Lamb now stay far apart;
His inhibitions are not unwarranted
For mighty hunters often get hunted.

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