It is a dark place that hides here
Lurking in dense bushes, behind trees
Peeking out through narrowed eyes
Slits of yellow green scanning opportunity
An insatiable blood thirst compels
Well fed hunger ever empty
Driven by forces deep within
Never to be satisfied
Silent padded feet move swift
Covering lethal ground with ease
Hidden are talons of death
Waiting to find unsuspecting prey
Predator weaves in and around unseen
Silently, dangerously, darting amidst
Always on alert, ever ready
For a chance to feast on weakness
Conscious to avoid strong and wary
Sinister blend feint normalcy
Strike at victims unrelenting
Another kill atop gluttonous belly
Quickly back to calm tenseness
Lest true intention be revealed
Slit yellow green eyes searching
To fill relentless unquenched hunger
Thinking of “takers” in the world, who pretend and steal. 9/07





