Something Fishy

(By the pricking of my thumbs) Something Fishy This Way Comes…

Inside the forest after dark,
There lurks the great white woodland shark.
It does not haunt the restless seas,
But glides around the woodland’s trees
With dead eyes searching for its prey –
Some hapless soul who’s lost their way.

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