Carnivorous? Herbivore? Liquid digestion?
A puzzle-some thought left for many to question
In front of their noses a banquet of food
For a furry-feast caper all bolshy and rude
They celebrate, love and hate, even mate, too
Those friends of the forest and not of the zoo
All huddled together and fighting for space
With cream cakes and attitude smeared on their face
Over and over the squeaks and the squalls
Get so agitated from nothing at all
A mountain of bodies all twisted and coiled
Such pathetic behaviour, when heavily roiled
Wilderness calling them, what do they care?
When the Queen of the Woods throws such swanky affairs
It's no real fulfillment coterie provides
When instinct gate crashes those cravings inside
Calm predate, lie in wait, nature kicks in
Clawing out eyeballs and tearing at skin
Bloody raw, bones to gnaw, catch and then kill
Prey! No party animal matches that thrill
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