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
Fixated
Furious
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.
