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
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
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
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