Predators
In moonlit dunes where silence creeps,
My past still hisses in my sleep
The owl above with spectral stare
The scorpion’s sting, a desert’s dare
They watched, I waited, lips held tight
And struck with fury skinned in night
The mouse so small, so quick, took flight,
And fell beneath my fang's sharp bite
By noon the rat, its frantic dash,
A silent snap, a final flash
A squirrel in the night, it found my hood
In it's neck my venom, nails driven to wood
I, the sly one, a cobra dines alone,
Taking what’s mine, with skills honed
They vanish, twitching, into dust
My hunger’s law, in silence trust
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