Crimson’s Creative Challenge #144

Lunch,

The sun is reaching its apex.

Hunger consumed his every thought,

And it was out there,

Waiting.

Instinct,

Silently he slid into the field.

Moving with the stealth of a trained killer,

Through the undergrowth,

Patiently.

Prey,

A slight movement,

He waits focused and intent

Then the snake strikes like lightening

Death.

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #144

©NopeNot Pam

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