All around
there is a hush.
The jackal hide
behind the bush.
Pounce in a rush
Silly…
Find the singing thrush
Flocking together
Birds
of the same feather.
Fiends, not to be afraid of
Moribund encircled.
The pleasurable easy win
Shots from the machine gun.
The camera at a distance
commits an excess.
Circulating the same
All series serration.
Apocryphal?
Your lines are short, swift, flow like a river feeding the animals, and overflow with unwritten emotions. Amazing piece!
As with the Apocrypha, some may shun. I myself am inspired by the enticing observation behind the poets creative eye. Well Done!