i sit.
i wait.
i am silent.
my prey.
the cream-colored rabbit.
will be mine.
soon.
very soon. 
but i sit.
i wait. 
i am silent. 
for my prey does not see me.
it focuses all of it’s tiny mind,
on grass.
so I sit.
i wait.
i am silent.

now.

i leap.
slowly, silently, soothingly.
i snap it’s neck.
like the way I lick my cubs.
tenderly, and full of life.
i drag it.
back through the mud.
the gore covers my pelt.
and when i return.
we eat.