DistantSignals: See an East African lion
Nose tip to tail tuft ten, eleven feet
Slouching towards you
Swaying its head from side to side
Doubling its pace, its gold black mane
That stretches down its belly to its groin
Catching the sunlight as it hits
Twice its own length a beat, then leaps
Great forepaws high great claws disclosed
The scarlet insides of its mouth
Parting a roar as loud as sail sized flames
And lands, slam scattering the herd
That is how Hector came on us
DistantSignals: brilliant adaptation of homer into modern semantics.
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