Son!
(The Hairless Omnivore)
by YeriYah Wolf

Oh dearest progeny beware!

There stalks these parts the cunning omnivore

It lies in wait with only death for company

hidden in the pristine verdancy of our meadows, our glens, our virgin wood

these protective oaks and hickory cry out in vibrant color when his blood desires flesh.

If you hear his awful sound or smell his presence, FREEZE.

His brain is wired in such a way, he sees what moves and strikes his deadly blow.

Carry your antlers proudly but deep within do fear, the hairless omnivore.