Hunting the Meal

Creeping through the night,
Peeking through the cracks...
Straying down many paths,
Not a soul in sight.

Lurking in the shadows,
Craving a tasty bite...
Hunger at it's full might!
Nothing good shall follow...

There it is!
My hunger grows,
The wind blows,
I know the scent is his.

I follow my meal,
Down roads amiss...
While knowing this:
This ones a steal!