The Hunter Poem by Ghost Legend

There was something in the mountain's shadow which looked strange:
A set of glistening teeth, fiercely pointing, as if to ascertain
Whether I was weak, injured, or suffering from such malady
Spelling imminent vulnerability, a prey,
So far off from Africa.
Near no big mammal land,
I couldn't comprehend this, but I bared my own,
Gnashing violently. There would be no other option
Than to fight a way out, if attacked upon.
Doors locked, the seconds ticked on,
Clenched my hands, prepared for war;
Lastly, I rolled the window down,
Discovered my hunter was gone.