Top of the Food Chain

orange scattered skies an awaited breeze watching the birds form tree to trees a thunder clap we pause..listen..scatter distance dusk howling sounds then the unmistakable movement it slashes, ripping, gurgling moans just a victim of the game on top of the food chain as I walk I cast a shadow long blend in café ridden side walks it’s moves are precise just another prey in life on top of the food chain when you move you leave it clues no doubt it’s on top of you your eyes dart back and forth moving from side to side 15 minutes of fame My life on top of the food chain