The Predator...

The look that haunts, the stare that creates terror.
A mind that calculates and measures and plots.
A victim that is oblivious, enjoying life, moving along.
The predator has infinite patience, nerves of steel.
It surveys the field of potential victims and looks
for for the weakest, the ones least able to resist.
The code of the hunter is born into its psyche.
The quest is its reason for living, the hunt, its routine.
The taste of the kill, once success has brought it down
is both sweet and satisfying to the soul of the hunter.
Is the hunter always in the wild, on the savannah or plains.
There is female of the species that haunts in all locales,
rooms, bars, hallways... her method is the same,
observe, calculate, and measure her victim.
The effect of her strike is just as deadly, except
her victim is wounded emotionally and usually
limps away, weakened, awaiting the next predator