Gaping mouths and dripping tongues

Panting heavily

Whimpering and the sharp sound of dogs yelping in their excitement

Biting at ear drums in the frigid air

Hands protect ears from the sharp sound and the cold

No one is tentative here

Brashness and colour declare the mood

Offensive only to their prey

I am the hunter today

The blood hound that knows the scent

Pulling at the restraints

By hell or high water

I will catch and devour what I so desperately crave

First off the mark

Running at full pace



Ready to devour it fully

Truth cannot evade me today

Sometimes eluding

But it shall never escape me

I will dig it up

Chase it down

Secure it in one place

Devour it like a hound upon it’s prey.

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