Silent stalking in the night,
Gleaming eyes the only light,
is it the wind upon cold skin
or is it the hunt that has begun?

Carefully placed steps,
No one who intercepts
These creatures lurking in the darkness,
hiding in plain sight,
Watching through slitted eyes
hunting with view to surprise,
Tasting at the fearful air,
as victims who see their fateful stares.

A sudden sound breaks the silence
and forsakes the hunters patience


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