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In the hush of early evening, a leopard dragged its kill into tall grass The silence that followed felt thicker than the act itself There was no triumph in its eyes—only the discipline of necessity
By the river mouth, hippos surfaced like boiling myths Their eyes betrayed nothing but depth Beneath laughter lived danger, sleeping lightly
That spark – you can’t fake that.
Listen long enough and you’ll hear your own nature in the trees