What is meant by the subtle inaction
and the feigned, determined inaction
of the beast? Touch greedy and mouth puckered,
prowling the night. Watching the night herd.
Flickers of weakness attract the feast,
then glances of coyness ignite the tease.
All the while hidden from victim
grows that beastly grin.
How he makes conditions exact
and lets you believe you chose the act
to fumble about that dim-lit den,
time and time again.
So from the beast to all I warn:
‘Keep clear of my night or fall for a charm
that respects no taste, just feeds on it –
for every one of you make me spit!’
[written in July 2012]