'Hunter/Prey'
anger, venom
coursing sweet;
boiling blood
with rage replete
red haze
vision dims,
focusing
to take it in
scenting air
senses burn,
promising
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...
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