Predator

Predator

 

Do not think you will evade

I am the predator

and I pace the night

following the path of distant murmurings

of words as weapons

 

I lie in wait

one eye in repose

one alert

 

No one sees me:

they do not look

but I arrive when all is well

the voice of discontent

stirring from behind

I speak and through my voice you hear

your own shortcomings

 

I cut like sharpened knives

the confidence you found

I pour hot oil

upon your plans

your chance of joy

 

I am the predator

and you will do well

to fear my strike

 

I am the predator

and I own this place