Predator
From the rooftop looking down
Busy beings scuttle about after dark
Light to light, shunning the night
With neon signs and halogen lights
With eyes sharper than the cat that slinks by
I see into their souls where the light cannot shine
With ears attuned to prey clustered together
I hear each individual pulse, racing in anticipation
With a tongue that can taste their fear
I lick the lethal fangs, hungry but waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting for the weak one, separated from the pack
Lingering behind, stumbling and disoriented
Alone in my hunting ground
Away from the lights downtown
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