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~~~ Gaunt ~~~
~ Gaunt ~
Tonight, he is the night.
Serenity abounds amongst the evening sounds;
The cut of a jib, slices through the nocturnal calm,
As he deftly pads through the inky-black countryside,
Ready to strike, in this unearthly suspense.
His canine silhouette, framed against a tinted lunar disc;
A misty fog issues forth from baited breath
Through the clouding canvas of this familiar stomping ground.
A willo'- the-wisp dances lazily over the boggy marsh,
As darting eyes, spy ,and scan his waiting prey.
Motionless...coiled like a spring...
Ready to pounce, and launch himself towards his feast.
Jaws salivating...teeth grinding, as he blasts off like a catapult;
Eyes flashing...eyes...... which, in a fleeting moment,
Must bear witness to a grisly spectacle.
He bolts, jumps,and clamps onto his unfortunate foe,
As a fine red mist sprays, and jets of crimson spurt in the air;
His viced jaws sink deep into the gullet of this furred victim;
The crunch of ivory daggers, cracking life-ebbing bones.
Globules of dripping ruby congeal around his muzzle,
As he howls a resounding, blood-curdling shriek, that pierces,
And echoes through the stillness of the graveyard hours.
The limp, lifeless corpse, now suspended, like a second jowl from his angular face.
He slinks back on through, into the pitch - dark, to his gloomy den,
Now striding, confidently, safe in the knowledge that his cubs
Shall live; now, quietly satiated for another day...
... Until next time ......