Deep within the dark woods it
silently stalks its unwary prey.
Yet deer and geese it does not seek,
for it is the blood of man it craves.
Once trapped and caged it dreamed of this
glorious day when it could roam free amongst
the wolves, rabbits, and turkeys revelling in
the cool spring breeze as it ruffles its
darkly mottled silky fur.
So at dusk it begins to stalk that special prey,
its raging blood lust and vengeance to sate in
retaliation to man's horrible deeds.
Donavon Scott Vinson