Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Okay for a Snack

A painted wild dog I am called

By humans who have need to name.

A lone human I had eyeballed,

Not lots of meat but I was game.

So through the bush I did give chase,

Knowing this hunt would not take long.

Humans don't move too quick a pace.

This human proved I was not wrong.

Apparently this human thought

The river would be safe escape,

But did not know or just forgot,

As swimmer I am in great shape.

One human carcass, as I knew,

Not a whole lot of meat to chew.