Poem: Predator
A spider toys with its prey
allows it to struggle
gives it a moment of hope
perhaps it will be lucky
and slip away from the web.
Panic fuels its frantic movements
this cannot be the end!
Survival instincts
the basest of desires
even in the smallest of brains
evolution dictates
the survival of the fittest.
But even the strongest
the luckiest
the most wily
the most skilled
has their luck run out.
The spider takes its time
until it is hungry:
food isn't going anywhere.
allows it to struggle
gives it a moment of hope
perhaps it will be lucky
and slip away from the web.
Panic fuels its frantic movements
this cannot be the end!
Survival instincts
the basest of desires
even in the smallest of brains
evolution dictates
the survival of the fittest.
But even the strongest
the luckiest
the most wily
the most skilled
has their luck run out.
The spider takes its time
until it is hungry:
food isn't going anywhere.
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