by Mike
A strange twist of fate...
...all previously conceived rules and ideas changed.
One day the wind is blowing from the south,
and the next it is blowing from the Far East.
The change doesn't confound the sense of smell,
it simply gives you a new prey.
Think about it, ponder for a moment.
Who is really the Prey?
There is always another predator looking over your shoulder.
Strange how your attention often switches,
but the subject is always the same...
Through a thick forest we frequently walk.
Half the time not knowing of what we talk.
We talk of Love,
a Perfect Mate.
But all it takes, is a Twist of Fate.
