Hunters and Prey

Has no eyes to look around,

Yet it moves without a sound.

Two mouths to feed, to rip and tear,

To thrust into prey unaware.

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Claws like hands, a long barbed tail,

Another tool to prey impale.

So in the darkness, the hunter looms,

As the prey head towards their doom.

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Two hands, two eyes a mouth and nose,

Two legs, two feet, and paltry toes.

Little hands with fingers small.

And yet the prey, they still walk tall.

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For they have weapons close to hand,

Lead and fire, ships so grand.

The prey can hunt over wide range,

While in close quarters, they have flame.

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But perfection favours one outcome,

The hunter drops, the prey look stunned.

Guns are raised, to sights come eyes,

But more hunters come from sides.

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The hunters have lethality,

Not deluded by morality.

They fall quickly, all the prey,

Some of them are dragged away.

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More hunters, they shall be born,

The prey will mail, beg and mourn.

But nature must take its course,

And at the top, the xenomorph.