Top of the Food Chain
orange scattered skies
an awaited breeze
watching the birds
form tree to trees
a thunder clap
we pause..listen..scatter
distance dusk howling sounds
then the unmistakable movement
it slashes, ripping, gurgling moans
just a victim of the game
on top of the food chain
as I walk I cast a shadow long
blend in café ridden side walks
it’s moves are precise
just another prey in life
on top of the food chain
when you move you leave it clues
no doubt it’s on top of you
your eyes dart back and forth
moving from side to side
15 minutes of fame
My life on top of the food chain
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