The Great Dingo
By Arin B
Swaying in the wind,
Smiling a huge grin,
Comes the great dingo,
Stalking its prey slow.
As he leapt to attack,
A dart hit his back,
He was knocked out cold,
And in the hunter’s hold.
It haunted the old willows,
Hunted in the hollows,
He was taken to the billows,
Not knowing what follows.
Three men came with knives,
Looked into their archives,
Said that “he matters”
While the dingo evaded the daggers.
He fled the old house,
Chased the large mouse,
Escaped to his den,
To hunt once again.