Swift as the wind.
Light as the sand.
Running to and fro.
Searching.

Perking up ears.
Trying to hear.
Sniffing dirt and air.
Hunting.

Eyes fixed right.
Prey is in sight.
Licking his lips.
Planning

Pacing ever closer.
Getting ever bolder.
Silently approaching.
Sneaking.

Moving unnoticed.
Gaging the distance.
Holding his breath.
Pouncing.

Belly all full.
Moon nearly full.
Gentle night air.
Sleeping.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Mayan, in the year 343 AF.