A meal for us
Soft flesh
Sinew and bone
He dines with one eye
He will watch me
And I will stare back
After all dregs are downed
His thirst has been sated
But my hunger lingers
A bat for me?
Two quarries
One vision
He dawdles
A game for the ages
A hindrance of his grace
A moment of distinction for myself
He has never met my hunger
The huntress has a choice
Live and dine