You are the vulture above me
waiting until my limp carcass
hits the dusty floor
before you make your move
and tear away at me,
like you have so many others

you are the grizzly bear
lashing with your claws at me
trying to knock me to the ground
so you can take me down
and make your next ****

you are the hunter, the poacher
searching the woods and forests
for any sign of me, any traces
of my blood left behind
from the bullet in my side
left by your murderous gun

I am your prey
and you never lose a scent.