Hunter
By Olivia B
Published 4 May 2023
Silently it crawls across the dark hard concrete.
Slithering, sliding, slipping.
It has acquired its target.
The small fly, hopeless, harmless, helpless.
Closer and closer.
A flash of a tongue and the fly is gone.
The creature is satisfied.
Its stomach is full.
Silently it crawls back to the small crack.
The small crack is home.
In the creature crawls,
To avoid the great danger of the outside world.
It has survived another day.