This is The Life of a Predator
It rises at night, with vicious eyes and murdering tendencies,
Blood stained razor sharp canines, and a jaw impossible to break free from,
The flesh and blood it seeks out, to tear it's prey from flesh to flesh,
Slowly it creeps up behind unsuspecting prey, measuring distance with fixated eyes,
And in a swoop it scoops it up, pins it down and growls savagely,
And deep into its neck it bites down, choking it to death,
And when all signs of life are gone, it begins to feed.
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