He patiently waits for the passing bouquet
He hunts better at night, much more, than the day
And surveys his domain every which way
The only thing is seen, as you may pass by
Is that wild hungry, look found in his eye
His whiskers flick, as he savours the air
Full of the scent, of prey everywhere
Be careful my friend, for the very next victim
Could well be you, as one of them.
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