On a roadside cafe the hunter sits.
The deep eyes skate over the bustling crowd
in search of the hunt that often outwits-
teasing the patience of the hunter abound.
From far, squinting against the hot noon sun,
on foxy feet, arrives his enemy.
Amidst the noise, dangerously silent-
killer watches his eluding quarry.
He uncaps a poisonous needle,
eager to end these endless stalks.
But on a roof-top the sniper waits hidden,
just a trigger away to shorten his walks.
Bullet whooshes across the noisy street,
quiets the killer and his restless feet.
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