Fast Food

Bild von Kenneth Schulze auf Pixabay

Born under the stars. Raised in the plains.
Hunting for food before the great rains.

Being real quiet. Laying flat on the ground.
Crawling ahead. Hardly making a sound.

Coming real close. Those beasts getting nervous.
The dirt in my navel, it comes from earth's surface.

Myself staying calm in these moments of tension,
I started to rise, but that draws attention.

I have to keep low to not scare the beasts.
On one of these animals we're wanting to feast!

I lay there quietly. Spear in my hand.
My whole life I've trained to meet the demand!

I am now focused on the target I've chosen,
awaiting my chance. I'm still, as if frozen.

I get in position to move within range.
To the left I see movement and that is quite strange.

What is that movement? What is it's cause?
I now know what it is, I see its great jaws!

It's trying to beat me to the food I am after!
It glances towards me. I just know I hear laughter!

It's now I decide to go get my dinner.
Against that monster, I plan to be winner.

I shoot out of hiding, running full speed.
The monster gets nothing! I have the lead!

Almost in range. My spear ready to throw.
The beast was surprised but knew I was foe.

It darted away unbelievably fast!
And up from behind, the monster streaked past.

The monster closed in. The beast turned around.
They came within range. The monster I downed.

It rolled on the ground for quite a distance.
I pulled out my spear, it gave no resistance.

The beast is still here. It's catching its breath.
If I want to feast, it must meet it's death.

I take up the chase. The beast knows it's screwed.
Because it is fast, we call it fast food!