The Jackal sits across my feet
Sleek and black and warming
When I move, he moves
When I rise, he rises
When I walk, he walks.
Padding softly just before me
softly panting, a
breath of carrion that
momentarily
disturbs my equilibrium.
His paws leave no trace
on carpet, mud, or sand,
but I know he is always there
my ebony companion.
Looking down I see
his sleek dark back
Sinuous and silent
Like a coal black river that
flows before me
dragging me behind
He stalks an unknown prey,
greedy teeth savage in
the street light, each bulb
a solitary oasis
surrounded by the dark.
Follow me, he whispers
follow me down into the ground
you will be welcome in my kingdom
there are riches there and
many Jackals to attend you
A throne awaits and you shall be
a Lord in my kingdom
In the Kingdom of the Jackal.
I know he lies but I love him still
my only true companion.