Rounding on the would-be poachers

Persuveus was a dark tornado

upending the jeep and the men

he called out now for his friends

The hippo and the rhino both

charged from the nearby water hole

The lion watching sprung on them now

and even the great buffalo

The violence men pretend they can

rain down on species one and all

is only a power for a time and then

that power shall one day fall

This is the balance

Persuveus brings

The judgement fair

and the punishment that stings

Twelve upon the cold hard ground

No man left to make their sounds

Yet no beast, these skins did claim

No faunas here know man's way

The wind kicked up

as the animals dispersed

There was a quiet now

in the earth

Yet the tiger remained

in his tree

He could barely move

He could barely see

His wounds were deeper

than just his skin

Persuveus sensed

his fear within