Predator and Prey
In the darkness, I am waiting for you
To come, so I can have my supper.
It is very cold.
I am shivering.
You come on all fours, waddling,
Your nose bent close to the ground.
I crouch, ready to spring, as if my species
Could crouch anyway.
Then I attack, tearing into flesh and bone,
Dragging my prey into hiding as it
Thrashes and squeals.
I have gotten my supper.
I will have my fill.
It is dinner.
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