The Hunter

The first sign of dinner is tasted with its forked tongue
Then it spies its prey,
The hunt begins.
Slowly at first, slithering up the steep incline
Very careful movements, as not to alert its victim.

Slowly…

Carefully.

At the top, its position has been compromised.
All hell breaks loose, the hunter has been sighted.
Ravaging with hunger the hunter continues the chase.
Up, down, up, down
Left, right, left, right
Then straight.
Another hill rears its head.
Up, up the hunter slides, expending much energy.
The chase seems spent, the prey has disappeared.

Or has it?

The crest of the hill approaches.
The hunter captures a vision of its prey
And the race for life continues.
This time downward bound with a loop the loop,
Zigzag across the plains.
Closer, closer the hunter gets,
It can taste its victim again.
Nearer, it can almost touch it
And with one gigantic lunge, the hunter sinks in its fangs.
The creature squirms but it is of no use
It only makes the poison spread faster.
The creature’s life signs weaken
Until no more breath is detected.
The hunter can only now relax after the orgasm of the hunt
And envision the feast ahead.

(Now re-read the poem and imagine a rollercoaster.)

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