The Hunter

I wrote this one while i was watching my snake, Louis, eating one day.

Gliding gracefully,
Barely touching her surroundings,
The mighty hunter is on her way.

The prey is sighted
and the hunter is still,
always watching,
waiting.

Prey is fooled and hunter is victorious,
mighty muscles wrapping,
squeezing,
killing.

Prey is killed,
hunter feasts.