Pangs of Hunger
I see the meal, it’s near, yet so far. I stay in the shadows, praying for it to stay still. Then, I can pounce.
I know I have to be quick, for if it senses me, I’m in danger.
Countless relatives have fallen prey to its reaction. Their lives stilled by the hands of fate.
We are blameless, after all, even we mosquitoes get pangs of hunger.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
9th April, 2018)