anger, venom
coursing sweet;
boiling blood
with rage replete

red haze
vision dims,
to take it in

scenting air
senses burn,
that which it yearns

he softly stalks
to test the field,
to measure if
the prey will yield

but the fool puffs up
and tries to shill;
so the hunter strikes,
and makes the kill...

      words descend
      the final score;
      sweet victory
      in this bloodless war...