Through The Eyes Of The Predator - Poem by Rhiannon Scase
I grin in pleasure as I watch instinctively
From the unsuspecting shadows.
As he smugly walks at a slow,
Constant pace, not knowing what the
Night has in strore for him.
I close my eyes and listen to his foot steps,
Hearing his next movement in sync with his last.
I hear his small heart beating as though
Unaware of my presence.
I smell the blood before it pours
And caress my lip with my tounge
As I taste the sweet red liquid.
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