Have you ever been told¬¬¬
The tale of the wolf and the mid-night hunter,
A tale as dreadful as it could be,
As terrifying as the night owl,
It is simply a tale of conflict,
A conflict of interest.
The wolf and the mid-night hunter,
Both habiting in two different places,
One from the home, one from the jungle,
But both with a common purpose,
Both feeds on each other,
Both feeds on flesh.
The wolf and the mid-night hunter,
The two is out at night perhaps to find greener pasture,
When the sun is gone from the sky,
When the moon brightens the dark night,
When the night is cold and silent,
When the air is sweet and fresh,
When the world fell ill and serene.
Man and beast alike
Wanders through the jungle,
Piercing the silence of the night,
Both have one agenda,
One purpose, one goal.
The thirst for blood,
The quest to conquer,
Both eyes blazing out fire,
The zeal and readiness to kill one other,
Man and beast, they search the bush,
They scoop every nook and cranny of the jungle,
From the top of the mountain, to the depth of the valley,
One of the two must die to night.
The prey and predator,
Either man or beast will lose its life to night,
Slowly the man pulls the trigger,
Fiercely the wolf howl,
The man must kill the beast,
The beast must feed on the man,
Who will be the prey,
Who will be the predator
Livinus weeping poet Okechukwu
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wolf-and-the-mid-night-hunter-the-prey-and-the-predator/
