The Hunter
It's evening now the sun is down
And it's time for the hunt to begin
Out of my cave off I go with a grisly frown
To take my place as creatures of night, yet once again
Remorseful? No, the prey is near, and I sense its fear
Gruesome death there will be no escape, no-not this time
My claws are sharp my feet are swift, and I have a keen ear
Steady my pace through the trees knowing soon it will be mine
Faster I go through the night because the night is me
Making no sound anticipating its' death with that ending scream
But stopping yet to question why what did I just see?
What was that through the trees?
Something dark-something there-something waits for me
Is it something-why is this something that was unseen?
I feel my heart out loud sinking-this is something new
But why too dark for the dark to see?
Chasing again I slowly adjust moving with anticipation now
I see my prey to kill is just cover your eyes not to see
It's nothing learned it's the only way I know how
To hear its heart...to move slowly now...what does this mean
Somethings wrong-something is new-somethings not explained
In the silence....in the night....through the gentle stream
Its message of understanding with starlight whispered
Leaving me with reflections-somethings changed it seems
Because of the previous reflecting, something is now watching me
Quiet so sweet the calm not sought for the end I didn't see
I am the hunter....but something terrible just happened to me
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