Forever Hunted, Never Safe.

I lurk low.

Watching, waiting, in search for food.

around the branches, underneath the trees, 

I stare in patience.

I am a shooting star gliding across the scattered stars on a black canvas

I lurk low.

I fly like a dart gliding across the suttle sky.

My markings as bold as the darkest sky consuming the whitest clouds.

Forever hunted, never safe.

I disappear deeply into the earth. 

I lurk low.