Hunt

Raise nose
Sniff air
Scent of dinner lying there.
Promise whispered
In the wind
For the prey’s life, we don’t care.

Run like wind
Never stop
Keep on going till we drop.
Trickling stream
Rolling fields
Past the water, past the crop.

See the prey
Drop to crawl
Creature’s throat within my jaws.
Quiver of life
Dribble of red
Trapped in nature’s ancient thrall.