Stay off the marsh at low tide,

It’s when he hunts so my advice abide,

He can sense your fear & smell your sweat,

It is what he hunts for, what he is coming to get…

His K-9’s can tear meat from the bone,

Don’t ever go out on the marsh alone,

He comes from the west, the mainland,

He hides amongst the high reeds,

Your blood & meat is what he needs…

His craving for man has been eternal,

He lives for darkness, is part of the nocturnal,

His background from the depths of hell, infernal,

He does crave for humanities sternal.

© -ed- 9/21/19