The failed hunter


Running through the grassy plain

While hungry one is in constant pain.

Sun shines providing a beautiful sheen.

The beast’s body coiled like a spring.

Claws have no need to be shown.

The prey lets out a fearful groan.

Chase begins, it moves quite fast.

Will the beast’s hunger always last?

Straight dash for a thousand feet.

Will the prey and death ever meet?

One false turn and the beast slips.

The prey escapes, it’s time to quit.

Hungry but in a dry safe place.

The chase will begin another day.


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