Don't turn your head, look, look deep.
Into the eyes of the untamed.
Born in the wilderness.
Exposed to the elements.
Harsh extremes of nature's wrath.
Physical adapted to the unforgiving terrain of predators.
To blend, camouflaged, vanished within.
The brush, the dark, silent, waiting.
Watching, those who wander.
Unfamiliar, as they stumble along.
Danger, it's felt, it's known.
But safety has failed sensibility.
Instincts ignored and forgotten.
The scent is strong, the smell of fear and unease.
Master of patience, muscles primed, claws out.
Teeth exposed, yet not time to pounce.
Just a little closer, almost near.
The roar of terror.
There you are, now you may see.
The depths of frigid cold, the heat of no mercy.
The reflection of you within the eyes of the wild.
For wether you run or not.
It is up to me.
To let you pass, or pursue prey!