Poor Black Bear v Miss Anthropic herself

A poor black bear
In front of me
A hunter too
Ferocity
is for a few
Rancour of the sort I know
Obduracy I hate you so

She left some bait
Needed to wait
Her callousness
One has to stress
Bloody minded bitchy too
Baleful squint eyed
What are you?

Torn Denims
Sitting by the bear
She didn’t hunt it
Fair and square
Ambushed it
To wreak ones spite
To have no mercy
To havoc blight

Upon an innocent
In its wake
About to eat
Yes to partake
A female hunter
Whose charity
Is unsympathetic
Who spitefully

Guns down a creature
In the raw
Look at those fingers
Sharp and sore
She is inhuman
In every way
A misanthropic
We see today

This is no nurturing mother
She
Is never amiability
Little feeling
For life is she
No tolerance
She dare not be

With the best intentions
A gallant soul
But a impure rough edge
As a role
An abusive
Sitting in a heap
She vituperative in her sleep
CAll’s herself a hunter she
And Rants and swears continuously