The Crested Jagglebat slunk back into its claws
Steam from its nose rose above its tongue which surveyed its jaws.
No remorse, of course – that is not the place of a beast so big.
Its only crime was failing to trod softer over that one brittle twig.
The Red-throated Garger accepted the gift from God –
The subtle snap of the Crested Jagglebat which in the shadows plod.
You are your own home, Garger, go garden and tend your weeds,
Let not the Jagglebat cut you down as you forage for seeds.