The Stalking

Fear the mane tossed plains
Where tawny streaked grasses dance
Warning growls are lost to the wind
Secret golden eyes miss nothing
and only the fittest endure

Come with your exploders
Which incite cruel annoyances
Thickened hide and battle scarred
My tally is superior to yours
… of both beast and man

Bring your humanoid stench
to the waterless lowlands
Where nostrils flare at your fetor
Come sharpen your sluggish swords
For mine are surely primed

Hear the rumble of the call
Restless invitation to braver men
Tail flicks in impatient expectancy
The hunter will party
With humanity tonight

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Who is the hunter and who the hunted?

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