Predator

Weaving through the trees, but not seeing them.
Eyes focused on the prey in front of me.
Good enough to eat.

If I can catch him.

Moving into his dust, and I am gaining.
He senses me and scoots faster.
But not fast enough.

I can almost taste him.

Unsheathing the claws, the catch is close
He has one last trick, and uses it.
Today is his lucky day.

He lets me catch him.