We sat on the edge of our seats as another piece of red meat, marbled with sinew and fat, was tossed into the lion enclosure.
Mitchell panned the rifle across the landscape until the lion was in its crosshair, aglow with the green tone of night vision.
In retrospect, the purchasing of the interior of the crater might have been a rash move.
Hank leaned his shoulder on the side of the open doorway, not sure if his body could take the weight if he hadn’t.
I hate lions. Ultimate killing machines, kings and queens of the savanna.
This week’s Elephant Image is “Lions in Ngorongoro Crater, Tanzania” by Roman Boed
When I was two I sat in that window seat and the Spring sunshine spun my hair into gold.