The fox

Do you look after of what you do not have
With eyes
In the chicken that lays golden eggs
You will usurp it too?
You peeks
You make the siege
The perfect prey
You stuns and not forgives

Blood on their hands?
Another slaughter
You are the master of the situation
His best weapon is his counterattack
Helpless victim?
You just do your job
You're artful
Always there is a shortcut

You are the worst race
Skin and bones
It is what you have left
You hide your carcase
Its wreckage
Hungry and thirsty?
You if fills
You if satiates
Until blow your brains out

Sly
You if disguises it
Who is the suspect?
You will to hunting
On the night
You if mix
To give your lunge
Capture's day
You now under threat
But their time has come
To be hunted
Trapped in the own mousetrap