Predators Poise

It’s a feline—

can’t you tell

by the catty claws,

the back that arches

with somber footfalls?

Have you seen

an apex predator

lure their prey?

It goes somewhat this way—

bait and hook,

prowl around tall bush,

hush, hush.

Wait patiently.

Focused.

Allow madness to settle in

with an air of calmness

as it exhales—

pauses.

Muscular contractions shifting

as time continues

to pass incrementally.

Patience.

No need for madness.

Hold down,

hunker down,

dig those claws

into the earth;

gripped body low.

Slinker softly,

in tandem with the breeze

and the beat of the earth,

as it hones in

on the heart of its prey.

Carnivorous.

Cardiovascular capture.

Tuned in—

all senses

to that of another living thing,

though not living

much longer.