And the mighty lion laid his head for slumber. An airy growl wisps past his jowls. A fierce predator giving into the gentle lunar glow. Everyone know not to wake the sleeping beast. But what brave prey comes to the chilled cave to feast his eyes on the mighty lion whose body twitches to a world behind closed eyes. A fiery gaze. So easy it seems. So the roles have changed says the creeping prey; that now the glorified hunter becomes the pitied kill.