It guffaws from the thick forestry
Hillside adjacent
To where we are
Laughing its deep lament of poetry
(Meanwhile, the moons of Jupiter languish on a star)
We can’t be complacent!
It saw fear in our stare
It smells flesh in our scent
Like our presence has barbecued the air!
So, I don’t mean to be rude but let’s get the f@#@ out of heeeaaaaarrrrrrrree!