PRIMAL STALK (November contest)

The hunt begins
for hunger gnaws
while the mainspring slowly spins
and the stalker gives no pause.

Sun sinks slowly in the west,
fellow carnivores join in the fray
each hoping they can pass the test
of filling belly at the end of day.

Many targets are passed by
in the quest for the right one.
This hunter is choosy, sly.
His prey when found will soon be done.

And there it is, just off the path,
no idea what is to come.
Quick turn, predetermined aftermath.
The quarry already beyond numb.
I, the hunter, magically
turn into a KFC.

*KFC is a fast food chicken restaurant chain