Low to the ground
Becoming one with Mother Earth

Slowly advancing
Stealthily
Slyly

Quiet as the corpses
Blending sounds of advancement
With the swaying of the tall grass

Within reach
Yet so far away

Must be patient
Not too eager

Seeking
Waiting, forever waiting
For the opportune moment

Baring teeth
Preparing for the charge
Hair reaching for the always-blazing sun above

Breathing slows
Heartbeat thuds in ears
Hunger temporarily dissipates
Salivating with excitement
Anticipation racing through blood

And there it is
The opportune moment

My prey has arrived