Sliding out of the den at night,
I venture into the dark,
Slowly down the steepy slopes I go
heading into the forest
When I get there, I pause...
Hidden behind the trees, I wait
Stirred by the slightest motion,
Strained at the faintest sound,
I sit and watch my prey...
You could have noticed if you wanted
the trail of blood I leave behind me,
I am a hunter, but I don't keep the prey!