Hunter

A large black bird
Stalking the streets
Looking for prey
Of warm fresh meat

Eyes in focus
Talons so sharp
To grip its victim
And rip it apart

Its head is cocked
Body so tense
Seeking out game
Which serves its needs best

Shrieking a warning
It takes to the air
Moving with ease
It has but one care

The hunger intense
Driving it on
Searching out food
From dusk until dawn

It is a hunter
On blood it will feast
Merciless killer
Searching out meat


3/20/91

 

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