Hyena Poems | Examples

Hyena too Squirrely for his Siblings

Most hyenas are not predictable but Squirrely was the weirdest of all
So strange, he was thrown out of the pack when he was a cub
He’s just so unusually and blatantly odd, said his sister, Maul
Squirrely is beyond the realm of fantasy said his brother Chub

They did not like his smile and his laugh bordered on the insane.
He gallops around like a goat, a donkey, a llama and a horse
He had hair so messy, it was brushy too like a lion’s mane
His family did not like him, but his grandma took him in of course.

Squirrely had a marvelous life with his loving Gran.
Until she died and went to the promised land.

The Laughing Hyena

Kamala Harris, with laughter bright
Echoes through the house of white
Yet critics murmur, where's the deed
In jest, they claim, she plants no seed
A hysterical hyena's chuckle fills the air
While dreams of action dwindle bare

© daniel miltz

hyena pack enjoys their prey

She prowled the night horizon sniffing for prey
oh, my here it came, happy hey, hey, hey, hey!
She and her pack tore the animal quickly in half.
So glad to be dining on a baby giraffe.

They laughed their hideous song into the night.
Some would say this does not feel right.
Especially the mother who was looking for her babe.
But Africa is every bit as vicious as the Everglade.

The hyenas were loving their feast, they had to eat too.
Their stomachs were full, as they dug through the goo.
They enjoyed the tiny prey as only a hyena can.
Hyenas can be almost as vicious as a Safari gun man

Why Does a Hyena Laugh

Why does he have such a diabolical laugh the frightened Princess asked me.
Unsure if hyena was ready to fight or be king, I was not close enough to see.
Not when they are happy, I replied. They usually want to be king or to fight.
The two times you will see them laugh, I said. And I think that I am right.

He Laughs Like a Hyena

Uncle Jake laughs like a laughing hyena! Crazy as you’ve ever seen.
I did not know cousin Chet well, but thought this was mean.
He truly does! Said my husband-to-be, who was adding to it now.
Some people think my own witch-cackle is more than a wow.

Which one is he? I asked, looking around the reunion hall.
“Not here yet,” said a cousin whose mouth is not small.
She gave me the “low down” on every kith and kin.
I wondered what kind of hell I had fallen in.

“there he is!” Chet said. On the couch near the TV.
I ran over to take a peek, and could readily see…
Why they thought he laughed like a hyena, for a hyena he be.
Did these potential relatives not have eyes that could see?

Story Told By Hyena

Where do you meditate? The animals queried each other.
I meditate in the pouch, the baby kangaroo said, inside my mother.
I meditate in the henhouse, as I give thanks for dinner said the fox.
I am not sure I do, but if I did, said the crow, it would be in that box.

Where do humans meditate when they need direction and stuff?
They had no idea. “Are you sure they do? They seem kind of rough.”
A girl in the meadow was meditating yesterday, I think she was a libber.
On an elephant, if you believe me, said hyena, a professional fibber.

The Earth Was Turning In Her Sleep

A hurricane tore North Carolina
After ripping Haiti!
It stalks like a hyena,
Leaving a trail of calamity!

I, The Earth, was turning in my sleep.
Humans live for seventy years.
Some build in areas that are deep
Or somehow interfere with my affairs.


               May 8, 2022 the

A Hyena At Home

For ages, I used to rear my goats serenely;
Before I invited Mr. Hyena at home.
Green prairie my goats adored around the home.

Peace, the rustics relished too;
But an intolerable mistake I made inviting him.
Peace and life of villagers he happily bothered.

As an approachable and judicious man, he came;
With everyone and every junction to acquaint:
Who did what, who slept where and when, he learned.
 
To viciously raid all the goats; 
Eating some and scarring others. 
Distress and insecurity led others to absconding. 
As some of our friends, Mr. Hyena behaved.

Poem by Mugisho N Theophile

He Is a Mean Hyena

He is a mean hyena the child said in horror.
His daddy and mommy thought he was joking.
Not realizing there had been a lawsuit.
Mama Hyena had enrolled her son in the human school.

Don’t call him that! His parents protested. It is not nice.
But he is a hyena! The child reiterated, right, but not believed.
They met the hyena themselves that afternoon in the park.
And promptly apologized to their son.

Hyena Hygiene

I do not like the Hyena
This animal couldn't look meaner
It looks scary
Ugly and hairy
And dirty, I'd like him cleaner

While Laughing Like Hyena

God in cantina
while laughing like hyena
served a subpoena

You have to laugh at this one.

Jim Horn

The Hyena

Guess my reputation could be sweeter, but hey-
At least I'm not a skunk!
Backbiting scrounger you say?
I like to call it being environmentally friendly;
No waste when I'm around, I can assure you!
I'm not the coolest looking dude in the bush;
hunchbacked, slitty-eyed and spotty
But those alpha females go crazy for my shaggy back.
And what I lack in charm, I make up for in speed and wit.
You should hear the pack cackle at my jokes!
And my chat-up line works a treat:
'Hey darling, I've got a bone to pick with you!' 
Survival in sub-Saharan Africa is no laughing matter
But we all have to let our hair down sometimes!


15.07.19

Pick A Title, Vol 6 - Personification - Poetry Contest : sponsored by Edward Ibeh

Ze Hiena

Hienas don't taik cair of higeen;
we’r fond of karrion; we drink warm jin
wizaut tonik and we neva uze
ze mornin afta peels. 
                                  “Beest's on ze looz!” -
you shaut in panik, raizin flags of truce
over your comfy gravez but we refewz
to uphold dead men rites. Oh, wat a feest
of flesh! Ze dead will neva rest in peast.


14.07.2019
Pick A Title, Vol 6 - Personification - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh

The Hyena

I‘m not a dog or cat in the area,
I am a carnivore in Africa;
I really roam to look for food to eat,
You cannot evade my sharp and tough teeth.

I run through ungulate herds in order 
To select a victim to devour;
I hunt for precious prey just  to attack,
I am highly wise and cleverly smart. 

I am social and known as scavenger,
Although in truth I am a predator;
I frequently steal fresh kills from lions, 
I want to challenge Komodo dragons.

I show less restraint, Lioness, beware!
Making an attempt at a takeover;
I drive off larger predators from kills,
I consume dinner with my superb skills.

Male Lions, If you threaten me with force,
I call my buddies to make matters worse;
You will run away with forlorn aura,
I’m winner because I’m the Hyena.

Date: July 6, 2019
Title chosen: The Hyena
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh

Contest Title: Pick A Title, Vol. 6-Personification-Poetry Contest 
Contest Judged: 7/20/2019 10:08:00 AM
2nd Place

The Hyena

I have picked up a scent, something's been killed
  And I can hear my feline foes growling still
  I trot off to the scene with bloodthirsty zeal
 Hoping to purloin a fresh meal

 At the scene, four lionesses are having a feast
 On the flesh of a hapless wildebeest
 Others from my clan are gathering now
 Laughing like crazy and ready to chow

 The felines are not ready to give up their kill
 A battle ensues and more blood is spilled
 The lionesses have no choice but to flee
 My laughter is chilling and filled with glee
 
 Then I settle down to enjoy the feast
 Having no concerns in the least
 But two lions are charging in to settle the score
 My bones rattle at the sound of their roar!

 7-1-19
 Pick a Title, Volume 6, Personification Contest 
 Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
 Title Chose: The Hyena

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