mane

In patiently waiting pacing
It’s welcomed to the danger zone
Finally his contemplating is put to use
He waits aims, not yet time to shoot
After longing for its exuberant blood
Food fit for a king
He tries to keep his cool but over whelmed by hunger
Locked down aim poof
He pursues his prey
Not thinking of what next
Improvising his next move
The man with blood crave
Has been forced to turn crazed
By the very thing he so craves
His mind caves his losing site
Of his so called prey
As the deer pants for water
So he pants to quench his blood thirst
But now forced by his in competence
The lion can’t receive its main