It lurks in the shadows
Deciding who
Will be its next victim
Teeth razor sharp
Claws like knives
Ready to rip
The flesh off
Of its prey
Using the bones
As toothpicks
And the fur
For a warm blanket
It hunts alone
Not having to feed
Other ones
What is this
Cruel thing
It is a
Killer animal
yes..i have to agree.. with all that you have said.. you must be very careful... unlike all the rest.. who live now in between.. two slices.. of thin bread...iip
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and the moral of the story is: don't step on the Killer Animal's tail trespassing its territory and it won't get back at you... as simple as that...