Cryptics' Fabled Tales

Rattled

Thump....

Bump....

Hurry – hide your rump;

It's on the prowl,

backbiting for a hunt;

beware spine fiddled howls,

despising thru grunts,

better to lay dead of a bedded crowd,

make not a peep nor attempt slunk,

it feeds from anger, may even drink such hate,

But, surely not wise of ingenious stunt –

Outpaced....

Outwitted....

Ah, the day is numbered –

One full year as before it returns for another round with it.