I am told to behave not to wander not to rave
but there are things that need doing
that I will do until the grave
there are things that need looking at
inspection and whether this or that
there are designs that need describing
like the shining eyes of a cat
I used to not like it when my feet would get muddy
drudging through green river waters catching bugs on a Sunday
burdened by jars filled with scraping specimen
for magnified study and pins they are destined
mathematical computations abound in night winds
hiding beneath beds and in attics all of my sins.

I trailed you from where the dancing silver touches the hiding grass
and the meadow larks sing keeping guard
to the meeting place of burning light and shaded arm
behind spidery webs twitching twigs did I wait
inching closer with every breath
your liquid moving could I smell
sweat drenching fur
blood pumping skin
my mouth dripped with tang
muscles itched with fire
to your neck did I leap
gripping hard my eyes rolled up
into sky finally my muscles calmed
my spit turned to acid melting your hide
and I let you drop slowly to the earthen floor
where I devoured your body and you were no more.