Predator

Claws, teeth, and sharpened fangs,
Creatures subject to hunger pangs.
Show your teeth, flash your claws,
You are made devoid of flaws.
Move with stealth, hunters grace,
Theres your prey, quicken your pace.
Get down low, then leap up high,
Gnash your teeth and taste the sky.
Arch your back, get ready to kill,
You have a rumbling stomach to fill.
Sink your teeth into a vein,
Then your prey will fall; its slain.
Return now, to your hidden home,
In your cavern or nest-like dome.
Devour your food, your well-deserved treat,
You can hunt in snow, rain or sleet.
Curl up now, rest your head -
Your harmless once you have been fed.
Bite of silver, roar of gold,
Hunter's style is your mold.
Close your eyes and sleep away;
Tomorrows hunt is another day.