Predator
He beat a rather hasty retreat
As the ominous predator just
Missed him by the skin of his teeth,
Barely escaping with his life, he shook of the dust
It was a watering hole he had visited often
But he never had such a close call
It was wise to be more careful then
Or to not even drink there at all
But thirst compelled him to go
To take a risk, quickly this time
But being just a bit too slow
He found himself in the jaws of his foe
So if ever you visit this watering hole
Take heed, and drink with an urgent speed
Or you'll end up like those unfortunate souls
Whose bones you see scattered by the reeds
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2012
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