Ode to the Deadly Osquip

A squeak. Nothing in sight;
Glance around, feel the fright,
Out of the shadows comes the bite!

Savage fur; the rodent flies,
Straight for the neck! The victim cries
Out! Gurgles, and swiftly dies.

Beware the Deadly Osquip;
Flee before its might.
It is the stuff of legend,
King of rats by right.


From The Collected Writings of Izrick.