Predator ... In the jungle, where the shadows hide ... - poem by Stefano Donno

In the jungle, where the shadows hide,

A hunter stalks with a fearsome pride.

A creature born of an alien race,

Whose very presence instills fear and pace.

 

With cloaking tech and advanced gear,

The Predator hunts with deadly flair.

Tracking its prey with an eerie calm,

No challenge too great, no threat too strong.

 

Its eyes scan the foliage with a keen sight,

Sensing the movements of creatures in the night.

Silent as the wind, deadly as a snake,

The Predator is a force to make no mistake.

 

With blades and guns, it strikes with precision,

Leaving no chance for its prey's evasion.

A being of power and lethal might,

A true apex predator of the night.

 

And yet, beneath its fearsome guise,

Lies a being with an enigmatic guise.

A culture and honor that we cannot fathom,

A mystery that we may never fathom.

 

In the jungle, the Predator reigns supreme,

A creature unlike any we have ever seen.

A force of nature, a true warrior's might,

A being of awe and terror in its right.