The frosty air at dusk,
And the dew on the grass
barely waken I can almost make out which seems to be a lioness,
standing in front of me.
I reach for my glasses,
and feel the cold metal frames on my temples
shivers run through my head.
Still though, the fog makes the figure dull.
I stand up and walk closer,
to find out that this figure is something so beautiful and so perfect.
A ginormous lioness stands there in front of me,
watching me,
Like a guardian angel watches over its children.
I was in total astonishment.