Feeling so weak, my hunger enslaved.
Moving out now, it's fresh meat that I crave.
Sniffing the air, in search of my next meal,
Catching a scent, goose bumps I begin to feel.
Dropping, low to the ground,
Not moving, not making a sound.
Crawling slowly, towards my prey,
Stopping briefly, as it looks my way.
Rear legs preparing, wiggling around,
My victim is staring, not making a sound.
Jumping really fast, my dinner takes flight.
Giving chase, not wanting to lose sight.
Gaining ground, closer and closer I come,
Grabbing my meal, my belly says 'yum'.
By the end of this night, I relax in my cave,
My belly packed tight, my hunger no longer enslaved.
