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The Hunt

She stalks, she hunts,
The prey is unaware,
She cannot be spotted,
She must take care,

The wind shifts,
The prey looks up,
A shiver from the grass,
Has given her up,

Cautious and frightened,
The prey flees,
Leaping after it,
So must she,

Suddenly the chase is on,
She doesn't need stealth,
Stamina or hunger,
It's this or her health,

The prey stumbles,
It loses speed,
Swiftly, she pounces,
This meal, she needs,

A bite to the neck,
The beast has won,
She takes a breath,
The deed is done,

The prey is down,
The cubs may feed,
Hunting is survival,
Not want, but need.

DarkLioness

@DarkLioness

The tamest cat has a tiger inside.

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Grrrrrrrreat! πŸ’šπŸ˜œβœ¨

@naaviie awwwwww, thanks😊

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