The poem bares its teeth: a hyena,
laughter breaking in jagged bursts,
circling the margins,
menace felt in scuffling shadows.
Then it rises upright: a meerkat,
eyes darting across horizons,
paws quick in sudden scurry,
vigilance alive in pause before descent.
Between circling and scurry,
menace and play entwine,
gathering fragments into a chorus
more than jotted lines on a page.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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