(From the archives of criminal art.)

Lion’s paw knows no mercy or fear
From the darkness of heavens he fell
(Jaws a-slaver, teeth bared in a sneer)
On the lively, the lovely gazelle

The magnificent claw, the austere
Tight-wound pistons of haunches, the swell
Of unstoppable lusty career
Chasing quarry from valley to dell

His designs are abundantly clear
And she screams her despairing farewell
As he opens her front to the rear
With deep gashes that bleed parallel...

Of that scream daily echoes I hear
And we drift where blind forces impel:
Yours the blood, mine the blade it will smear
I, the lion; you, the gazelle