The Hunt

I’m not sure i like this one. To be honest it feel very simple.

By Aarron Mondello



Coloured of the land

She blends in

Death can see her prey


Low to the ground

On silent feet

Death moves towards her prey


Eyes held steady

On her meal

Death can smell her prey


Bares her teeth

Claws are ready

To latch on to her prey


Muscles bunch

As death readies

To pounce upon her prey


A powerful leap

A hard impact

Death grips onto her prey


Claws sink in

Teeth rip the skin

Death pins down her prey


A shake of her head

Snaps a neck

No remorse for her prey.


The tiger carries

The meerkat away

Her cubs will eat this day.

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