The thrill of the hunt bringing pure utter delight
The thought of blood enough to excite
While prey desperately hide frozen in utter fright
Huddled together nice and tight
Knowing they can neither run nor fight
Their chances of winning only slight
Against those who are the predators of the night
Never pausing to hear a prey's plight
Only the lucky few will make it until the first rays of twilight
Just a side note, this was a mythology poem for a certain hunting mythology animal I made for school. It describes a predator prey relationship basically. (Kind of a rushed piece).
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