The wind sweep past the carcass,
Spewing with blood, guts and gore.
The stench is truly horrific,
yet he thirsts for more.
He chases her through the forest,
Snapping twigs as he runs.
He wishes it were her neck
Much more funny than a pun.
She gasps, and screams,
Yet there is no where to hide.
And with one final yelp,
she is left to die.
May 13th 2009
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