The Hunter
Darkness surrounds me
Leaves whisper in the wind
Shadows all around me
As I manoeuvre downwind
Like a dark patch of silence
I move low through the brush
My muscles pent up violence
Ready for the final rush
I catch a scent upon the air
Musky and fresh in the night
I pause briefly to stare
But nothing yet is in sight
Onward I slink through the dark
Listening hard for little sounds
Trying to pick out my mark
Hiding in these dense surrounds
At last I hear their breathing
Coming from close up ahead
My claws I am unsheathing
My hunger will soon be feed
My whole body quivers ready
Like a fleshy coiled spring
But I appear calm and steady
While all my tendons sing
The soft and furry quarry
Lies unaware not far ahead
I will soon pounce with glory
And devour it shred by shred
It lifts its head in question
Way too late to save itself
Panic fills its expression
But I just grin myself
I surge forward like an arrow
And with claws I grip it tight
I can already taste the marrow
My blood lust at its height
Finally it struggling ceases
And I bring my teeth to bear
I rip its soft flesh to pieces
And my hunger stops its glare
Copyright © Anthony Mathias | Year Posted 2007
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