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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loved the apt personification of evil .
Thank you so much, Santosh.
An impressive and telling use of animal imagery that reminds us of the poetry of Ted Hughes.A fine visual treat.
Thanks a ton, Vijay. Much appreciated your reading and lovely commenting.