Prowling

Predator hearts always out on a limb
obey the sway of full moon murmurs
to let the feline in the heart
seek the prey of curiosity
when others just sit and sleep away
what the impulses so magically inspire.

It’s the hunt with the hunger
easily searching for a deeper repast
the pure nutrition of the brain
with snacks of moonbeam glows
upon the world of night.

What prowls in the spirit
is the quest for the unseen
that inevitable stalking of dreams
somewhere in the eve of questions.

But it is an adventure alone
not taken by all
and when you win in your search
joy is the victory of discovery
never in the boasting.