Some Third Thing

Neither predator nor prey,
But some third thing, he defies
The death he has outsmarted,
As he knows death will outsmart
Him when he's no longer smart
Enough to dig up the trap
He set for himself, flip it

Over, and execrably
Behave about the whole thing.
He snarls and licks his muzzle
As if he'd eat his own mouth
If he had another mouth
To eat it with. He's in debt
To the thought other is more.