Pants of effort from my lungs

Gasps of emotion from my heart

My sly fox eye gazes on my target

The will of survival consumes me

Every grunt and growl of the beast

To catch my prey

A foot race

I spotted you hiding in the pale savannah fields

The tiny gazelle, carefully treading the meadow.

My sly fox eye doesn't see a target

But a cause…

I am a predator

She is prey

That is the way of nature

If i catch you, do you think i would consume you

Walking over your carcass when i am done feasting?

Is that why this foot race never ends?