This poem bares its teeth: a hyena,
laughter breaking in jagged bursts,
circling the margins,
menace felt in scuffling shadows.

From the dust it stirs, 
half‑laughter, half‑watch,
a shuffle of shadows 
breaking into frisk,

then rising upright: a meerkat,
eyes darting across horizons,
paws quick in sudden scurry,
a hesitant vigil before burrowing.

Between circling and scurry,
menace and play intertwine,
scarfing fragments into chorus
stretching across Savannah plains.

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