{"sf1_id":250607,"sf2_id":"P1EoaMPm","title":"Silent Hunter","author":"eMaRDi","words":91,"posted_at":"2011-05-18T19:17:00.000Z","tags":["Feline","Forest","No-Yiff","Poem","Prey","Violence"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/250607-silent-hunter","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/P1EoaMPm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/2f/5e/2f5e454f-464f-4853-b45b-1f6928e6e801","description":"","content":"While his paws slid cross the forest  \nhis shape mold into every tree  \nnot the slightest sound of nature  \nlike a shadow you cannot see\n\nGlowing eyes his head straight low  \nhe prowles and seaches for his prey  \nlistening in for any rustle  \nfor a poor sould that might stray\n\nFinally his muscles tensing  \npressing firmly to the ground  \nhis claws retracted eyes like fires  \nprey he searched and prey he found\n\nLeaping forward, clawing ruthless  \nawful sounds of breaking bone  \nfinally the sounds are dying  \nlike a forest left alone\n\n  \n  \n\n"}