The Hunt

June 9, 2011
It creeps through out the night,
Searching for something of interest,
As it looms in the moon-lighten shadows,
It eyes every movement it spots.
Like a snake slithering through the sand,
It skulks through the brush,
As it looks for something to feast on,
Its stomach growls like thunder in the distance.
The striped creature crouches down low,
For it has seen its prey.
Stressing every detail,
It steadies itself,
Ready for the ambush.
The hungered animal’s hunt is finally over.
It bolts towards the target,
Like a deer in the headlights,
It can’t react fast enough.
Now the starved tiger can feed its family.





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