Hennosaurus

She stalks the garden snatching slugs, flicks her ancient eyes,
snaps up passing bluebottles, dissects butterflies.
She scratches earthworms from the soil, slurps them like spaghetti,
transforms every flower she finds, into fine confetti.
Snails lay shattered in her wake, stripped of flesh and goo –
I know that if she had the chance she’d peck my bones clean too….

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