Sunday, February 14, 2016


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.

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