Motionless in the prairie grass the Smilodon intently lay.
In the early morning sunshine waiting for its favourite prey.
No movement or heavy breathing as it reclined statuesque.
This carnivore's invisible hunting talent was the very best.

At the water hole a small herd of bison sauntered there.
Carefully inhaling samples of the morning mist and air.
The Sabretooth predator instinctively stayed downwind.
The bisons sipped the water and several sauntered right in.

With lightning speed the statue amazingly came to life!
Several leaps and bounds towards food oh so very rife.
The 400 pound Knifetooth lept like an arrow leading game,
Its frenzied target true and tried with accurate quivered aim.

The great ravenous Sabretooth had became airborne!
The bison scattered like so many black buttons being torn.
The closest bison startled but seem to be entranced,
As if its iris took a final image of the hunter's clever dance.

The bison then turned and bolted but tardiness be judged!
The Sabretooth landed and its fangs would not be budged.
The bison reared in fear and head swirled round in pain,
As if to take one lasting look of its habitat domain.

The sabre tooth grabbed ribs with claws of steel
And took another bite like a trap with huge spring feel.
The bison lost balance and tumbled to the right
As Smilodon went faster now to not prolong its fight.

Tearing fur and cleaving flesh was everywhere in sight.
Mournful awful weeping sounds suggested end of flight.
Spurting blood escaping from veins and ventriculum!
The bison slowly dying becoming increasingly numb.

Furied Flying soil and hair from fangs and claws of steel.
Empty stomach and transfixed mind made it all too real.
The prey melted and all parts finally hugged the ground.
The soon to be carcass then exhaled its... final mournful sound.