The hunt

[Inno]

The Hunter

Searching, moving swift thru the green leafs…I sense a heart beat
Ready to pounce, I lay low and wait patiently…for his essence ill eat
It shows itself not knowing Im near…im death coming for him quick
My claws will savor its sweet blood… testing it, preparing it for my lips
My teeth will serve me, picking n ripping thru organs and flesh
I move slowely…closely approaching my prey n I can smell my dish

Seeing an opening he turns my way…as if he knows im there
No matter I stay on my path, knowing his end is so very near
I JUMP! from the bushes, he RUNS! I give chase try and keep pace
He knows death is chasin so he runs faster…I chase harder making it a race
Losing strength in sweat my foreheads a cost…So close I see the glare set eyes
Jump on his chest…sink wounds through flesh set mood soon for demise



The hunted

(panting) im out of air…to escape I tried my best
What provoked this attack that shall lead to my imminent death?
As I lay, with the feeling of sharp teeth gnawing my flesh
Knowing at any second now…ill be inhaling my last breath
My skin rips & the blood drips…along with it, questions with no replies
I look off deep into the bush notice my offspring’s terrified eyes

My vision fades but the pain stains, I now know there will be no escape
The venomous attacker, this jacker will be thorough till off my bones,
the last of my meat is scraped
Thru the last faint strain of my optics I see that his paw is raised
The bashing of my skull with his last thrust will signal the end of my days



The Witness

The screaming where does it come from? In a flash the predator gave chase
It was a mile long sprint for survival..it appeared but feet from the striking base
Another howl of terror as offspring run without cause without realizing an instinct
With razor teeth, one claw held the prey still…while the other kills with ease n sync
My spine began to shutter as I began to think…what if this was me?
Then I payed the horror no mind..put it behind nibbling grass from this tree

In the distance I am to witness the cycle of life as I gnaw on grass blades
If only my voice reached the prey…but I stay on the cool side of the shade
Glance over see the prey lift its head…so I pray to blind him from impending gore
Minding my own business predicting what was in store? ...i had to ignore