On the prowl, night eyes searching, hunter's fangs bared
pads pounds across the jungle floor, grace in silence, fluid motion under the bright moon, glimpses caught in the distance
the smell of prey driving me forward, closer now, across that trail, over that log, faster
lunging forward, body sleek as an arrow, fixed on the prey, it's heart beating wildly, weary from the chase
teeth sinking deep, pull it down, keep on the ground, tear into it, hunger, joy, peace in the center of the storm
I dare an agnostic to prove he or she exists.