Feeding Time-Deeds of Flesh

A hungry pack Of ferocious beasts Only desires Are that of meat Something big Is coming this way With only two It will surely be Our nights prey Stalking stealthfully The smell is increasing Seeing the victim They soon will be eating Pound of flesh Standing there waiting Moving under the tree Attacked by two then three Tearing at the back and neck The gian releases a fit of sreams Try to run away But one has the leg Ripping it down we have it now Torn to pieces for the feeding Go for the corpse Scrapping for meat Punching large teeth Through the skin Face soaked With bloody chunks Go for the corpse Moving under the tree Attacked by two then three Tearing at the back and neck The gian releases a fit of sreams Try to run away Tasting the fresh kill Is turning him greedy Only the largest eat freely