Dinner Bell

Wise words lost without cause for concern.
Pandering to an elder no longer to discern.
Younger blood in for a ride on hard ground.
Totally clear what now should be profound.

Risen from once forgotten dream is all grit.
Salivation, and salvation, derived from spit.
Time slow to allow expeditions into blurred.
Feelings spent to stimulate an optic nerve.

Drunk on success gaining highs over prey.
Dispelling that verbal the beasts dare say.
Quarry becomes only meat for table talks.
Any eye on prize selection lifts tasty forks.