Christine Phillips Poet Narrative

The Jackal in The Bush

See jakalman standing in bushes with mammary glands looking like a pregnant lion, it is roaming the hills looking for prey and all the animals has to get out of the way and mount the tree above it and lie flat on the branches far away from it. It stands on the side of the hill in the bushes contemplating which way to go, it is searching for preys and attack anything that comes its way, jackalman lives in the wilds and have to struggle  hard to survive. Jackalman sometimes roams the forest creating a storm just before the break of dawn, and all the petrified animals bungle together holding court in the dark  waiting for the massacre to start. Jackalman  swings from limb to limb while the owl stood high on a branch too scare to hoot least jackalman tears off its boot. Tension runs heavily in the bush and danger masquerade on the hill and all the animals search for an answer to take down jackalman.He is  the king of the forest but they were too scared to do it. The cheater with it spotted coat and fishbone stuck across its throat crawl out of the bushes and said, “ I will do it,” but when master jackal comes its way the timid cheater crawl back in the bushes to think of another strategy. The night drifted in anger and all the animals arm themselves with sticks and stone, baseball bats and shot-put ball that weigh about sixteen pound. The carefree antelope made its way home with baby antelopes wagging their tails and frolicking around while danger lies ahead of them but the heavens  tell them. The little antelope fell behind unaware of what is going on and walk merrily along the lane but the Jackal hid in the bushes seeking desperately for something to cook, and dinner was in site and the jackal had to make a sacrifice  and just as I thought of it Jackalman leaps out of the bushes  and held baby antelope to the ground but the  animals were just in time to sever its head and the antelope and all the animals declare that the king of the forest was dead. The animals gather together  and circle around Jackalman’s throne and so they feed on raw meat and flesh and  drag jackalman's body through the street  and animal and man join  the procession.

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