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I see the lion circle



He closes in without fear



For it is the fear in me that he sees



And that this fear will keep me still



Keep me in place until he is close enough to strike



And strike he will



He is hungry and will take any food he can get



For these days it is rare



To see those with fear that stalls than strikes back



Fear that spouts not anger and chaos



Fear that negates movement to defend



Fear that is in all of us but is so padded



That it no longer is permitted to serge to the surfaces



However it is this fear that I permit to survive that is my undoing



But is it worth it?



To live a moment so free that it could expose me to such peril?