Prepare the camouflage, the ballet of navigating dangerous predators, I'd do well to poison you faster, people must prefer that, they don't prefer open combat, an open enemy, they are scratched ever so lightly with cunning and deceit, their paws know very little of subterfuge and treachery, the calculated thievery of a fox, a magpie with watchful eyes.
Imagine your salivating fangs of hunger, the rumble in your empty belly, being led to a den and you stand there berry-eyed and dumb, you didn't find the den, you were shown this is the den, and when you step into the darkness you will find only snakes. Their venom is potent.
You want me to smile at you, caress your face like a lover. I've wanted nothing more than to murder you since the first day we locked eyes.