Roving out among the wild
Eight minutes of readying for the hunt
Using the tools that’were here
Now that a purpose has been
Interesting the hunger to come home
Opposite the contest of trust
Needing attention of the claws and
When the teeth desire to be used
In between the shadows eyes peer out
Trees are the coat I wear this time
Having a scent to follow this way
None of those distractions Will work anymore
After getting ahold of what makes you growl
The need to think loses to the need to feed
Under the belly the ground moves by quickly
Right when the blood has been revealing
Every beast is on the prowl