The moon shows me the path.
The sound of muzzled breath catches me.
The wind kicks up enough spirit, more than I can ask.
You cannot hide for long.
Your thoughts show me the way to the prey.
A few more moments and what you took for granted will be gone.
I feel the electricity in the air produced by your anticipation.
I am saddened that the hunt must end here.
Maybe I should let you go, odd contemplation.
My prey.
Should pray.
To your high and mighty.
That I will give you some mercy.
You will not get it, not even slightly.
If I can get close enough to fill the part.
I can finally steal the one thing I have never won.
I can attain that precious jewel.
Your heart.
