The pride, tentatively, walked to the water’s edge to lap up a cool drink on a hot night. Breaking the calm, water thrashed about, reaching forward, pushed by the violence, the spray lashed out in all directions. Each animal near the water’s edge instinctively reacted, as taut muscles sprung each escape. Missing it’s mark, the waters gathered […]

via The Circle of Life — malakhai jones

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