The Pied Sniper
By Ed Crane
You call a witches cackle,
rasping laugh of the heavy smoker.
A dolphin with a sore throat.
Arrogant strutting showman
swearing black is white. A chancer
protecting your own with fierce candour.
You’ll take what you want without violence
if you can. Bravado is your game. You will kill
the weak if necessary. Just so long you win.
Stealing food from blooded mouths.
A pestering tail puller persevering ever closer
to deadly claws. Giving up, no option.
You have patience.
Driving home your weapon of frustration
until the nonchalant walk and twitching tail.
You win the day. Again the family will eat
ensured they’re safe and protected
by your Serengeti techniques.