Out of the darkness
A forming black mass
Of fur, Of Claws, Of teeth
Eyes revealed from the pine
The crunch of dry leaves
.
The brush shakes as the beast approaches
.
Out of the darkness
Enveloping snaps
Of twigs, Of bones, Of shifting stones
Blood-soaked hunting boots
The song of an unknown cicada
.
The nerves of the corpse make its limbs twiddle
.
Out of the bloodshed
The insects feast
Bones void of gore
Birds circling day and night
The sound of a full answering machine