They hack their way through the jungle
with silk ties. Gentle swishing sounds
mingle with bird calls.
Younger hands haul laptops filled
with necessary court opinions.
Calls from unseen animals make them pause,
cocking their head in readiness.
The courtroom fills with exotic
beasts, drinking from cool waters.
Suddenly enters the litigator.
Trust and estate lawyers flee with gazelle-like hops.
Corporate lawyers freeze.
Sauber is on one in a flash,
briefs and pleadings around the throat,
the jugular neatly slit, gushing blood.
After several seconds of silence, the others
resume, warily, their refreshment.
The sounds of the jungle return.
They only eat, after all, what they kill.