The Hunter

Below a thicket in enveloping surroundings it was overtaken. A consuming animal of prey clenched its victim. A savage rough quadruped had taken its prey. During the pursuit the pursuer's eyes were gelid masses. The predator had spurted from a thicket, whisking, gliding over the decaying detritus which passed under foot. Its spoils were now clasped in its vice. A fist full of takings intended as aliment, the end of its kill's diastol and systole, a soul once spirited, interrupted by death; now without movement, not a quiver, rigid. A savorful moursel, lifeless for the feeding.

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