Game Of Death

Soaring eagle with focused eyes Nothing escapes from their sight Miles away from the target they may appear Within few seconds they descend Catch their prize, Goes back on their flight. Leopard, with well-camouflaged fur Waits for the opportunity They may take the ariel route sometimes When they pounce, Hardly miss to suffocate. The crocodile, hides beneath the surface of the water They grab and pull They enjoy the drowning of their prey And do the "Death Roll" They never miss any opportunity Nor anything can escape their jaws.