A Silent Hunting


Oh, most silent predator
How I covert your stealth
Masked by nature’s mantle
You hunt without effort
Whilst I lie huddled
A blot on the landscape
Waiting to feel
Warm breath on my neck
Make death quick I beg thee
For I could not bear
To disturb such tranquility

Image courtesy of Google images & doblelol.com

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