The predator

Walking through the damp, wet underlayers 
Where no sunlight is found, only darkness 
Animals singing their hopes and their prayers 
Hiding out from something with awareness.

Walking through the echoing rainforest 
I can hear the whistling, tall, tanned bark trees 
Whispering bold secrets old and forepast, 
And yet the arcanum does not appease.

Walking through the scent of death, blood and fear 
I can sense the hunter watching, preying 
Lurking in the shadows watching me, near 
Catching the scent of something decaying.

Out comes a little deer, for me to see 
Maybe, just maybe, I could go and be free