Predator Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson

Hiding in the deep undergrowth blending like ink
Those jaws so full of dagger like teeth ready to sink
Eyes ever watchful awaiting its prey to venture
The senses so keenly honed yet looks like dementia
Smorgasbord arrives in a pack
Coiled like a spring waiting to attack
Pouncing out with graceful speed
Clasping its prey holding tight with greed
Turning the thrashing body to eat headfirst
Avoiding the razor like spines swallows like thirst
Pike are the masters of their killing zone
They eat all other fish even their own