Walking jungle trails late at night, under a faint blush of moon light
In thick bush crackling leaves, dark shadows move, the mind deceives
Deep in the forest a roaring howl, approaching slowly, closer turns a growl
Out of ground\'s mist two glowing eyes, hairs on my neck now arise
Somewhat less than a foot between, no beast of such size this forest has seen
Feet cemented in rejected tracks, braced awaiting expected attacks
Palms so sweaty, creep or\' the handle of my sheathed machete
With a blink the green glow dissolves, so easily a problem resolves
Question\'s answer remains unknown in a ghost that has flown