Sight unhindered by sun's rays,
we - twinned hunters -
target prey for
a doubled death blow.
Crouched in grassed camouflage,
powerful puncturing jaws salivate
as our eyes spied
scarce meal tickets approach.
Mastodon scented breeze
taunts nasal passage
to signal our break away;
zero to sixty,
cheetah speed released
with primal mindset
on a mammoth buffet.
Executed in a single strike,
serrated incisors
plunge four inches deep,
violating delicate jugular
of our pack's long awaited feast.
Cub-filled dens cried
in hunger as starvation drew
our final breathes as
preyed upon meals fall from
existence.
Snowy Tundra,
once inhabited with our families
now lays riddled with our bones;
the only proof left
of our ever being.




Jeannie



great write! Betsy


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