Cold Hunter

Crouching in the bushes
With fierce yellow eyes
Bright with excitement
Glowing as they land on
Unsuspecting prey

A predator in its element
Watching Intently
For a sign of weakness
Waiting Patiently
For a chande to strike

A focused mind
With no conscience
Cares nothing for your strife
Compassion and Sympathy
Deflect off its icy bones