Through clouds of darkest grey
that obliterate the sky
it rages, rolls and tumbles
in calculated swirls.

Like a lion and her prey,
it stalks, in circles, stealthily,
and the silence suffocates like dust,
as the huntress eyes the hunted.

As heightened tension fills the air
a rumbling starts to grow
like the hooves of fleeing antelope
droning through the sky above.

It rushes forward on the wind, 
roaring of a fateful peril
then strikes out with ferocity,
the swipe of its mighty tail.

It stings with piercing accuracy
at all who dare stay in its path,
as it cuts a band of ruination
through banks of unscathed land.

Only when its appetite is satisfied,
its lust for destruction quenched
will it draw in its claws and finally
release its terrifying grip.