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The Hunter King

April 18, 2010

With striped fur abristle,
and hunter’s eye agleam,
Prowling ne’er ceasing,
His claws remain unsheathed,

Quivering, now unmoving,
Still, still, as the night’s shadow,
Immobile as a carved stone,
The bane of many faster than he,

Now quickly pouncing, leaping free,
Silently he bounds and snatches his prey,
Unknowing what awaited it, but a moment ago,
The circle completes; he pads back to his lair.

What awaits his noble countenance there?
He knows not, nor cares he,
He is lord and master of all around him,
Undisputed king by tooth and claw,
Raw lord of all.

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