Predator Poem by Angel Jordan

There's a whistle and a howl,
danger in the distnace.
The predator on the prowl,
the enemy already in stance.

A growl and a yhip,
he's ready to rumble.
Like the crack of a whip,
be gracefull; don't stumble.

Soon you'll hear the battle cry,
that's when it all starts.
He's treacherous, even sly;
two seperate plays and parts.

Now use your brain,
and use your gut,
One little gain,
and you'll really kick his butt.