Predator Class

All the monkeys in the trees

a whoopin and a hollerin

Another wild night in the jungle

as a pack of predators stroll in

Wearing the scent of dread

beneath the moon drenched shadows

No place for the faint of heart

or the weak of intellect

They will not survive the night

as the herd gets thinned out

Nature’s way of downsizing

The jungle population

The screams of the victims

grows faint

as victory howls

serenade the living

A taunting dirge

to disrespect the

dead one last time

as well as a reminder

to future prey

they too

will be devoured

one day



About @stgreenie

I am my own best friend because I do so enjoy my company

3 responses to “Predator Class”

  1. marcus says :

    I love this.
    May I reblog?


  2. stgreenie says :

    lol….My what big teeth you have,,,,tear it up 😉


  3. marcus says :

    Reblogged this on High in the Woods and commented:
    “Predator Class” by the talented stgreenie


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