Metamorphisis

He is thirsty

Like a vampire

Out for blood

He stalks

And inquires

Hoping for a drop.

 

He waits to pounce

Like a panther on the prowl

He creeps

And waits

Longing to make heads roll.

 

He slithers forward

Like a snake

Looking for a mouse.

He hides under brush

And watches

Praying not to be seen.

 

He will have his day

If he is patient enough to wait.

The time will come

And the prey will be his.

 

© Amanda Lutzac

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