A prayer for the prey

With pride did the pride look at their prey

Lying in the middle, praying to not be preyed upon

But on this day no one cared for such prayers

For the members of the pride were clear

They could wait no more

A nod from the wise one of the pride was enough

For the baby of the pride to pick up the prey

Almost immediately, he started uttering mysterious words 

Words that would be incomprehensible if reproduced here

The wise lion and the two lionesses listened intently

Intermittently nodding their heads in agreement 

The old fox felt differently though

He stared at the trees in the distance and wondered

"What that hell am I doing in a Pride? 

Should I not be in a skulk? Where is my skulk?"

He had been living with these thoughts for years

But had not done anything about it

The pride seemed happy to have him in the midst

Though they did not understand much of his doings and sayings

They appreciated his actions profusely

With the passing of time, the fox started believing

That he was more a lion than a fox

The fox's attention came back to the present 

When he heard the others utter in unison "Technique?"

He wondered why the word had captured their attention

Out of the blue the pride pounced on the prey

And started tearing it apart, shredding it into many pieces

Each member took away a piece and chewed on it

The wise lion chewed on "conflict"

While the healer lioness on "vocation"

The vocal lioness, enjoyed the taste of "blind faith"

While the baby of the pride started working on "existence"

The old fox had no pieces left 

He sat and stared at each member in the circle

He was bewildered by the fact 

That the prey could be torn apart thus

He had always thought that the prey had to remain whole

How can the prey torn apart thus be reassembled?

He felt disturbed by the fate of the prey

He sat back and prayed for the prey