He felt his eyes follow its every move, as it wandered oblivious of his obvious leer,
As its took its first steps into the real world, a stranger to it's dangers and fears.
He watched it revel in its new found strength, all under the watchful eyes of its creator,
Who kept a keen eye on the little misfit, unaccustomed to this entirely different theater.
The little thing looked up at its mother, and then it looked at everything else amazed,
It had never imagined the world to exist beyond, the pastures on which it had always grazed,
And it was then in a moment of pure curiosity, that it stepped outside the line that she'd drawn,
Thats when he rushed at it like a flash, eager to make sure it never saw another dawn.
His jaws clenched around it's nimble neck, even before its mother could utter a cry,
His sharp teeth rested on it's little veins, as he felt the adrenaline inside him fly.
The smell of fresh, young blood intoxicated him, it lured him out of his very senses,
But today, he couldn't bring himself to kill, something had sabotaged his very defenses.
He could hear and feel the sickening screams, from both mother and the head between his teeth,
He looked at the mother who looked back aghast, something about her made it difficult to breathe.
Her eyes almost pleaded him to restore, the fine thread from which life seems to hang,
Now he was caught between an unknown feeling, and a desire to satisfy his animalistic pangs.
He was always taught to trust his own instincts, but today mercy had just about edged disdain,
He unclenched his jaws from the little one's neck, contrary to his reputation of a harbinger of pain.
He dropped the little thing onto the ground, and it just stood there refusing to budge,
The confusion and terror had messed with its head, so he gave it a gentle nudge.
He could still taste it's blood on his lips, but somehow he was compelled to ignore its implications,
After all the little thing wasn't the only one dazed, he was left his own little complications.
The mother looked at him with tears in her eyes, silently thanking him for sparing her child,
And he thanked her back for teaching him, that not everything about him was wild.
He had learnt that some sacrifices are worth making, and that it didnt hurt at all to make them,
He had learnt it was worth it to lift a few hearts, even when it seemed easier to break them.
He gave the two a lasting look one last time, and he thanked God his rage didn't make him blind,
He turned around and walked away, with an empty stomach but a content mind.
