Savannah

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Another day in the cold tundra
Night never seems to end
Death plagues the land as she hunts
He prances through the snow
In the tundra, he is being hunted
Seeing him with hungry eyes
Now he has been selected
Another victim marked for death
Meat so fresh, her mouth waters
Every step he takes, she gets hungrier
In the snow, he leaves tracks
Sneaking behind, following them
Join the Cougar as she hunts
Hunting is her life, she is good at it
Once the victim is selected, no hope
Never once has the victim escaped
Can't run, can't hide, she will find him
Even if he is faster, she is smarter
Nothing can stop the hunting cougar
Another life lost to the hunting cougar

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