Hyena

The evil lurked in the dark

as its hunger pangs grumbled.

The intent -  brutal and stark.

The laugh  - foxy preamble.

It limped away through a bush,

scenting and stalking its prey.

Skilled to create an ambush,

swift with razored teeth to slay.
Fooled not be by gait so slack.

Whistle could bring in its pack.