Predator and Prey
the stalk and the kill
power, precision, nothing's stronger than will
she waits in the cold with her paws in the chill
the pain makes her moan in her starvation ills
ribs protrude in emaciation
she licks her wounds and the remains of abrasions
cuts and scrapes from her dire struggle
on the jutting face of mountains high in the tundra
her ears pique as she hears disturbance
deep below the snow, something rearing and lurking
she sniffs, the pain turns to focus
she knows that what awaits is her prey right below her
her muscles tense, she slows her movement to still
with pups in her den there's nothing she won't do for a kill
the December breeze, snow sends swirling a shroud
as she creeps forth, determined, bristling fur in the cloud.
Finally, the moment's arrived, she briefly closes her eyes
hones with her mind through the snow and the ice
then all at once, muscles flex and tense as she pounces
through the shining white sheet, directly to where the mouse is
jaws interlock, it squeaks as it dies
grey fur goes flying, she leaps up with pride
tasting blood in her mouth, knows she's succeeded
she eats it up with a sigh, nearly totally depleted
and then slides along the snow to her home with the pieces
where her pups await eagerly, lord only knows when they'd eaten.
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