Hunter seeks, Hunter strikes, he scans for his prey and is on his way. Hunter is a head, he’s diving, you’re dead. He’s dropped like a rock into the rolling water; you won’t even see what ’twas had got ya.
Sounds about right. No sound at all! You go about your life, he folds into a fall. You’re talking to your buddy, next you’re smashed out of place. Not a second’s mortal struggle, two gulps you’ve been ate.
No license is needed, no faiths are heeded. No height’s too high, no depth’s a respite. Hunter circles, and then you’re soughtten; your legacy too will soon be forgotten.
Plummet-plunge-grasp-lunch; one less creature in yer bunch.
I once saw a mouse, so black and so fast. No one else got sight of him, a quick beast was that. The mouse was so elusive, many doubted he even existed. Then we saw Hunter above the field, his head downward twisted.
How could such a big span, exceed the speed of young men? We hustled to see the strike, and yes the rodent got spiked. On the day we saw the mouse get done, astonished we watched ten others up’n run.