Predator
He prowls on quiet paws
in the cold – dark night.
His nose bent low to sniff
the scent of the prey.
Hunched crunched to the ground,
ready to pounce at the slightest sound,
his beady fathomless eyes
glitter in the thick darkness;
searching—always searching!
First a low groan deep in his throat,
then a feeble moan…
the prey is held.
Copyright © Regina Asinde | Year Posted 2012
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