Okay For A Snack Poem by Ima Ryma

A painted wild dog I am called
By humans who have need to name.
A lone human I had eyeballed,
Not lots of meat but I was game.
So through the bush I did give chase,
Knowing this hunt would not take long.
Humans don't move too quick a pace.
This human proved I was not wrong.
Apparently this human thought
The river would be safe escape,
But did not know or just forgot,
As swimmer I am in great shape.

One human carcass, as I knew,
Not a whole lot of meat to chew.