rising, looking, searching for blood

a scent is all it takes

then quick on the trail

closing in fast

faster than light

faster than night

all senses keyed in

only one thing will bring relief

death . . . blood

swooping down

nails digging in

flesh tearing

blood spilling

drinking deep

pulses meld

sweet exctasy

hunger sated

the hunter goes back

into the night

to begin anew tomorrow

hunting forever