Starting With Lunch

This is just a poem that I wrote in my spare time.

A lion stalks his prey,
stealthlike through the brush.
Open mouth watering,
desires to taste the juicy flesh.

A shark quickly swimming,
through the shimmering waves.
The scent of blood flowing,
makes him greatly crave.

A crocodile silently wading,
through swampy mush.
Target in sight,
a feeling of lust.

Great predators of the wild,
all need to munch.
The circle of life continues,
starting with lunch.