Predator
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The Predator, He hunts because it's fun. He enjoys the hunt as much as the chase. He loves that surge of adrenalyn when the prey first notices he/she is being stalked. He can taste their fear. It's good.
Hunter, one who stalks his prey,
With no regard for the victim.
He enjoys it, for him this is play.
Silently he watches, hidden from our view.
Patiently he bides his time.
All things when time is due.
Most fearsome of his kind is Man,
The Predator Supreme.
Of him there is no like, above him none can stand.
For Mankind has no boundaries,
He picks and chooses prey.
There is no question here or quandary.
Friend or foe means nothing.
To him all things are game.
He simply hunts for something.
All things are subject in his mind.
Whatever strikes his fancy,
Even his own kind.
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2019
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