Do you know what it means,
To stop dead in your tracks?
Feeling a closeness,
That's colder than wax.

As you step down a path,
That you think is alright.
You've crossed a thin line,
You're well in their sight.

And seconds before,
Your life starts to flash.
You can hear the grass part,
As that of a sash.

Within just a moment,
Under heat of the sun.
It now stands before you,
Awaiting the run.

But it's that look in their eye,
The cold stare of death.
A scent of fresh blood,
On wind from their breath.

As you say your last prayer,
You can hear a faint cry.
You now know the reason,
Yet still wonder why.

She takes up a stance,
You now see her cub.
As lead to eraser,
Life's gone in a rub.