Predator

The hunter stalks his prey
Silent and still, almost lifeless.
With unflickering eyes he studies
Examines and infers.
He moves through the plains
Mimicking the tall grass swaying,
A motion so stealthy that he
Travels but moves not.
He lays there still, waiting, watching,
Almost mocking his ward
With hunger rises his determination
And his patience and his will
Waiting, calculating, measuring
Like an artist for perfection.

He is a powerhouse of might
And speed greater than lightening.
The unsuspecting beast grazes on
He lets him enjoy his last meal,
His pride needs him as the strongest
And he needs to appease his pride.
His legs contract, his eyes focussed
Like a bullet from the nozzle he strikes,
Sudden movement alerts the beast
His instincts tell him to run but he's frozen
The beast lies fallen, defeated, dying,
Now reduced to food for the king.
The merciful king eases the beasts pain,
He snaps its jugular to fast takes its life away.