though I did not set out to hunt,
I met him on my path
and feared to be his lunch.
who had roared and had a fit,
When an arrow came straight at him
a fearsome one so large,
There was no place for me to go
when he began to charge.
oh, I hate when there is strife,
But when a man faces a beast
the man should guard his life.
and now I'm safe and free,
Because the beast I killed today
was the ego inside me.