The Hunter
It strikes,
Silently.
Reaching down to places
That only exist for its pleasure.
Grasping with time-dulled claws.
Darwinism.
It has adapted to suit its strategy,
Its niche. Gnawing with coarse gums,
Not to maim or kill, just paralyse
Its victim long enough to perform
Its vulgar, grotesque dance.
It's all for you. It's all for you.
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