Monster


Eyes narrowed,
Peering through the crowd,
Seeking weakness,
Searching for a target,
Body poised
And muscles tensed,
Carefully waiting
For the right opportunity.

As his prey begins to run
The watcher pounces,
Knocking to the ground
His unsuspecting victim.

Target left in agony on the ground,
The young predator in a blue jersey
Picks the loose ball and
Continues with the game of football.

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