Predator

His eye was aglint as he bore down on his prey
He started running faster, just in case it got away.
Eventually he cornered it, between a pair of trees,
And with one punch he rendered it aquiver on its knees.
He yelled out his demands at it, and lo, it acquiesced
And once it had fulfilled them, it humbly confessed
That all it ever wanted was somebody to love
And maybe a balloon to soar up above
To make all the people look tiny and antlike
In their cars and their taxis, their BMX stunt-bikes
Popping their wheelies, and getting sick air
And always regretting the gel in their hair.