Mane Eater
Mane Eater
With a still motion or walk
Prey you craftily stalk
Your eyes burning amber
As eyes of he from slumber
Hunting in Savannah grass
Tongue dropping clean as glass
Then, on the vermin’s neck
Crack! I hear bones break.
With a metal-strong jaw
You begin to lick the paw
To start your feeding day
On flesh of mortal prey.
Lying cold and supine
You begin to greedily dine
King of the jungle in his moat
By feasting to near bloat.
Your appetite turned grey...
With one look at the prey
Lackadaisically saunter away
To carry on with your day.
Not apathetic to your sway
Mane with blood of the play
You stop to preen the fur
Then melt in the Savannah bur.
JM
26th Nov’ 2013
Copyright © Joseph Matose | Year Posted 2013
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