The Destructive Power of Anger

It lies crouching in the tall grass

Barely out of sight but never far from awareness.

Creeping stealthily forward,

Seeking a vulnerable moment to pounce.

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Quietly at first, momentarily freezing,

Crawling ever closer,

Its eyes focused, its muscles tensed,

Breathing shallow breaths

Until at last it is within striking range.

There is a calm before the storm,

A moment of indecision.

Whether to allow its victim to escape,

Or to lunge forward with a mighty roar,

Teeth gnarling, jaw clenched

Making it uncertain who is being consumed.