Of hubris and hunger

Presumption is predator's friend.
Picture a lioness,  lying in waiting.
No hurry, just hunger and hope.

Now linger on lines of the zebra—
Twittering herd, every animal poised like a bird
No hunger, just harried in haste.

(The zebra, lacking considered cognition, always assumes that it's next.)

In sideline to lioness' vision, a Jeep.
Every one's been to the circus.
Every one's seen the beast come to heel
(And maneless, surely posed less harm than most.)
No hunger, just hubris and hype.
The human, badly anchored, broadly dim
Is much.  Too.  Slow.