![[lion’s head]](http://www.thoriverson.com/photos/2008/sa_tm_lions_head.jpg)
He sits directly in my path, staring. There’s no way to get around him, and going through him is beyond consideration, considering the multiple sharp, hooked weapons he’s carrying…including the one pointed directly at me. His head rotates…left, right, left again…and then he re-fixes his gaze on me as he lets out a low ululation. A warning, perhaps. I don’t know what I’m going to do.
Eventually, his lids droop, and he seems to fall into a wary semi-slumber. Or is he just faking it? Maybe I can step over him, if I move quickly…
…continued here.
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Silly thunder-god. Table Mountain is about flora, not fauna. More plant varieties than all of the British Isles.
Oh, I was aware. The mini-essay on plants comes in the next entry, amidst a visit to Kirstenbosch.
Ahhh. Kirstenbosch. I was there during a (mostly) rainless wind tempest in the wintertime, and I still loved it.
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