Something lies beyond the meadows.
Something dark and devious,
Blends in well with the shadows.
A creature who is mysterious,
Delirious,
Far beyond its own nature.
Has a hardy stature,
With teeth like knives and daggers.
With a swoon and a sway,
I move like a jaguar.
I grin well above my chin,
My tongue which is paper thin.
Like a snake I slither,
Under the moon my eyes glitter.
I prey amongst sheep
and poor lambs all together.
Sucking away at their souls
And for fun through their nose.
I dig my claws into their wooly skin.
And drag them deep down into my deep dark den.
Who am I.