I am the perfect prey
vulnerable and weak
malleable and persuaded
slow to hear my hunters treading feet
my head is lost in flighty dreams
I will not put up a fight
my eyes are beguiled by the deep hues of lust
they are quick to believe my hunters guise

I am the perfect prey
you will never see me flee
my feet stay rooted, buried in the ground

I am a victim who yearns to be a target
as each assailant feeds one by one
I mourn that I could not give more
shredded by their greedy hunger
clever hunters cannot pass an easy meal

But no one pity’s nature prey
when I was the one designed this way.