Preying Prey

I had the guns to fire, but I had not the urge to. My prey fed itself still undisturbed; I stayed freezing in the hollow unshaken by the blinding pain of the undetected prying prey piercing its teeth onto my feet. I was the stone, I was the mud, I was blending with the surrounding to provoke my prey to stay comfortably around me. But, I missed one thing: it enjoys stone covered in mud-soup for a meal. There it went having happy meal.