A face that still hides
Beholds a mask of mystery
Silent until such time
It decides to speak
Howling like the wind
Sirens of the wilderness
When leaves will rustle
In the quiet, still calm
Synapses on high alert
Traces the scent in the tracks
Eyes focused like laser beams
Scanning into dark places
Hunger's bitter masquerade
Success after a long chase
Leaner, meaner, quicker
Pacing with measured strides
Timing, leaping, lunging, striking
Predation is only survival


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