The Hyena wades through grass stalks

slowly approaching his stage, with his pack close behind

When he reaches the stage

he jumps up on the tall rock

The crowd gathers.

He grabs a stick

Puts it to his mouth like a musician about to sing a song

He speaks, letting the words flow

Like a river of words all coming together,

At once like water down a waterfall

All the hyenas crack up, and roll around laughing,

This hyena knows not what stage fright is,

He shouts out to let everyone hear his stories.

The comical mastermind has finished
He scampers off to hunt his prey.