New Strangers?
Or Old Ones?
As silverback –
Picking at grass to munch.
Ignoring shenanigans.
Most Humans know not to piss them off.
But I’m a Non Binary Cryptid.
Just an outer husk;
Only the shell of a Human remains.
Broken Clauses,
Fractured Syntax.
No stranger is foolish enough to rile me,
Surely?