In alleys so dark where shadows creep,
Where hawkers shout and beggars sleep,
Lies an ape with a bloodshot eye,
Atop the roofs of the ancient sky.
Partially blind, with canines grown long,
It snarls, then mauls, with claws so strong.
It doesn't hunt for hunger or pride,
Just for sport, where instincts reside.
It feeds on flesh with grumpy hands;
Danger lurks wherever it lands.
Kids and old alike sense fear,
Whispering aloud, "Don't go near."