by SamSteelTampa, Florida, USA
Oct 2012 308 Views 0 comments
The Hunt
My blood burns
As I begin the hunt
My prey is swift and canny
Yet I have patience
Softly, I pad through the grass
I hear the scamper of feet
My pulse quickens
My prey is near
I sniff the air
Catching the scent
Swiftly, silently I lope
The grass parts without a sound
I pounce upon my prey
Jaws closing on the neck
Blood fills my mouth
I feel the last pulse
After my feast
I lay in the sun
Awaiting the next day
The next prey.
As I begin the hunt
My prey is swift and canny
Yet I have patience
Softly, I pad through the grass
I hear the scamper of feet
My pulse quickens
My prey is near
I sniff the air
Catching the scent
Swiftly, silently I lope
The grass parts without a sound
I pounce upon my prey
Jaws closing on the neck
Blood fills my mouth
I feel the last pulse
After my feast
I lay in the sun
Awaiting the next day
The next prey.
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Posted: Oct 2012
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