  *** &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The title is self explanatory. &nbsp; Lurking Hiding Searching-- for the perfect victim Restless Impatient BloodThirsty Blending into the shadows Mixing with the dark Lips a rose red-- form a slow smile Eyes dart daringly Bending low- unnoticed- unseen Ready to strike About to pounce- unstoppable- invincible Overcome by hunger Time is slipping Sunrise is coming- The moon is sinking Here's the chance- Attack! &nbsp; June 2003 &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Insomniac &nbsp; Poetry is my oblivion, my reflection , my confession. 
