Downwind

How you smelt that first, my friend,
I will never know
 
I am surely hungrier than you
 
My nose is keener than yours
My brain was always sharper
 
Perhaps you saw the drool drip from
the corner of my mouth?
 
Or did you hear my nostrils flair?
 
Downwind.
Hackles raised.  Target in sight.
The advantage was ours
And the prize a good one -
enough there to fill our 30 bellies
 
We all won
As is right and fair -
But the victory was yours
 
You spoke first
You took command
 
I'll eat,
we all will
 
But I'm not sure I'll sleep so well tonight
Something is lost for good
As the spear fails, so does the heart
 

◄ Introspection (acrostic)

To a Slug ►

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