Anthracite

He didn’t let on if he knew I was there

I was fixated on his strength

and his appetite

he had his victim in his jaws

and the crunching of the victims skeleton

made me shiver and be happy for the distance

I could see the victims legs desperately kick

but the jaws were without mercy and purposeful

and as the last bit of body disappeared into his throat

he turned and looked at me and I wanted to feel horror

his eyes bored into me like a king at small folk

and they told me the truth of all life

“I’m a Gecko, it’s my job”

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