Golden Stripes like the sun reflecting across an open wheat filed in late summer
Hiding, crouching watching his pray run as if to be calculating distance, speed and direction
Running the Muscles flex thrusting the battle scared predator into motion faster the your eye can see
One big leap, one big bite, Digging it's sharp beaten claws into the neck
With one big fall a true predator a true hunter will not go hungry tonight
© A.McNair Toronto 2012
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