Prey

A poem inspired by two recent bike rides, where I've noticed a strange fellow eyeballing anything with boobs...


Stalking, ever hungry
Will anything satiate your desire?
You ride, eyes sharp,
Prowling for your next meal

Target acquired; you wait
It won't be long now
The time comes, and you pounce
A glorious frenzy unfolds

Sinking flesh into flesh,
You devour until nothing remains
Except the hunger,
Which still kindles beneath the ash