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