Conscious of it lurking nearby

a malevolent presence

a sinister hazard

its preliminary attacks 

not entirely unexpected.

 

Suddenly pouncing, leopardlike

prowling in the high dry grass

masking evil intentions

camouflaged by dappled pelt

ready to spring on its prey.

 

Where had it been skulking?

Hiding in the woodshed

in a little-used cupboard

inside an old trunk in the attic

stealthily, secretly, biding time?

 

At present only minor sallies though

revealing razor-sharp fangs

pitiless mouth and claws unsheathed

to maim, disable and incapacitate

in preparation for that final fatal leap.