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Rated: E · Poetry · Animal · #1284554
The death of an animal

I’m running wild and free
Just the way nature intended it to be
But food is scarce these days
I must catch and eat my prey

I’ve been stalking the deer for a while now
I know I will capture him somehow
We are both weak and need to eat
And thirsty from all this heat

But I know I am the stronger one
It’s just a matter of time before it’s over and done
As the deer stops to take a rest
I creep around over the crest

Now I am above him and looking down
My muscles tense and my heart pounds
I leap with all of my might
In a flash, I see his look of fright

I can see and smell his fear
But by then it’s too late for the deer
I hold him down with my mighty paws
And begin to rip his skin with my claws

My teeth bite into the soft flesh on his neck
I see blood, just a tiny fleck
So I bite harder until the blood starts to pour
I stay like that until he moves no more

I can taste his blood on my lips
As I lift my head, down my chin his blood drips
I start tearing at his flesh to get to the meat
Since I am weak from hunger, this is no easy feat

But I get stronger with every piece I digest
By now I’ve eaten half his chest
I slow down and eat until I’ve had my fill
Then I lay down to sleep, next to my kill

When I wake I finish off my meal
Then quickly leave, before I start to feel
It hurts having to kill to stay alive
But this is what tigers have to do too survive
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