Journey Of A Lost Soul

Prey

I am stalking my prey
Walking behind his footsteps

Not making a sound
I watch him from a far
A single whisper might scare him off

As I take a step, he senses it and fastens his pace
Mimicking his movements I cautiously move to his space

Ignorant to his surrounding
He puffs and I remain steady
He turned and I froze
He squinted trying to see past the fog

Slightly panicking, he turned and lightly sprinted
I almost triped, trying to catch on to him

The night continued, and I became tired
For now, I will rest 
But tomorrow, I will continue the hunt.