Curiosity

On a beautiful, sun kissed, autumn morn',
Tracks of others seen on soft dewy lawn.
Jolted movement seen through fallen leaves.
The thrill of a hunt was enough just to please.

Head says to wait, heart wanting to charge,
Destiny defined you'd be a predator at large.
Unsure on approach; you take one tentative pause.
You've razor sharp teeth and ten surgical claws.

Super sharp senses, now approaching your prey.
You're stalking your quarry so it won't run away.
Wanting. No. Needing to know what's through there.
Heightened hearing mixed with a steely stare.

Sneaky stealth courses through speedy feet.
Knowing full well your enemy will be beat.
Only yards away your anticipation rises.
You and you alone are the king of surprises.

Muscles tense up, ready for the imminent kill,
This type of precision attack is your ancestral skill.
Decisions click into place. It's time for the rush.
One almighty pounce, you push through the bush.

You claw nothing but air as you land on your feet.
Stuck, stranded in the middle of the street.
There's nothing to kill and nothing to chase.
Just huge, metal animals engaged in a race.

Hissing loudly as you collide with the beast,
No more anticipation, this hunt has ceased.
At the "snap" of bone, you know you're beat.
Pain caresses your carcass like a deep soulful heat.

You hear your name called, not knowing where.
She softly strokes your thick blood matted hair.
You see masters face, feel her hand and her breath.
You're purring away as you give in to your death.