SOUP OF THE DAY*

I still remember my first bite
As a creature of the night
When I started my long fight
With thirst and daylight

Since I came out of the ground
Every day is a new round
That starts when sun goes down
Till you, the victim, I have found

You, the fish, that with my hook
In a single blow I took
You, the food, that I, the cook
Follow smell hear and look

I follow your nervous walking
I smell your profuse sweating
I hear your rapid heart beating
I look your fast and short breathing

I will not make run away
You, the soup of the day

*Participant in the competition "Vampire"