Chenoo Poem by Ima Ryma

The native tribes call me Chenoo.
I live in the far, frozen north.
But oft in need to feed, I do
Look southward and do travel forth
In search of human flesh I crave.
For once when human, I did eat,
In need, some human flesh which gave
Me acquired taste for such a meat,
And caused my heart to turn to ice.
My cravings seem to come and go.
But when they come, I need entice
The unsuspecting, who then know.

Oft a deceiving form for me.
An enticing ice covered tree.