Posting this here bc yes...
Little prey, little prey,
Where shall it hop to?
The forest is never ending,
Yet it strives to follow with no clue.
As it hops and flounces gracefully,
The shadows lurk around the trees,
Dark and just as graceful,
Yet what lurks behind it is ready to seize.
As its eyes locks on the prey, it's ready to strike,
For some reason, it feels hesitation.
Which is what nature didn't intend,
For this is an expected situation.
The prey lets out squeaks,
It has no idea what's coming,
And yet the predator is ready,
Its heartbeart is even strumming.
Run little prey, run
You won't get far anyway.
The forest's rustles pause,
Almost like it's waiting away.
The predator finally strikes,
Its movements are brutal and swift.
Blow after blow is landed,
And yet, the prey still remains as a gift.
The predator snarls as it pulls away,
The situation barely dawns on it until it realizes.
The blood seeping down its paws doesn't help.
And for once, nature gives way to its cries.
It howls desperately, looking for forgiveness,
"I'm not like this! I swear! I'm sorry!"
And yet no one listens,
Even if they do, it's all in front of them in glory.
The predator sits there, holding its mauled prey.
What does it feel?
Anger? Horror? Regret?
The only fact that reminds in its head is how they only wanted a meal.
A meal is all but what did it cost?
Another life spent away?
Well, it's okay for the predator will move on.
Afterall, that's how nature was intended to be anyway.
