My Pray Poem by Alice Winters
My Pray
A snarl rips through my teath,
My eyes watch its every movement,
I am ready
Ready to attack my pray,
I am kneeling,
I count in my head,
I wait until I get to three
Suddenly i leap out,
I open my mouth,
Just enough so you can see my white fangs about to dig in,
I don't WANT to kill him,
But I need to do what I must,
I had only choice,
To kill,
And that is what i must do.
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