Preditor Poem by Kay Danielle

Preditor



He slithers quietly across the ground.Trying hard not to make a sound.

With the flick of his tongue, he smells the fear. He knows all too well, his next meal is near.

He waits patiently for the perfect time to strike.
His prey he swallows up.

Every last bite!

Monday, October 22, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: fear,snake
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