Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Chenoo

The native tribes call me Chenoo.

I live in the far, frozen north.

But oft in need to feed, I do

Look southward and do travel forth

In search of human flesh I crave.

For once when human, I did eat,

In need, some human flesh which gave

Me acquired taste for such a meat,

And caused my heart to turn to ice.

My cravings seem to come and go.

But when they come, I need entice

The unsuspecting, who then know.

Oft a deceiving form for me,

An enticing ice covered tree.