The Jackal

[SpruceMoose]

The Jackal

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.

This is a poem I really like, the imagery is great, the ending is great... it reminded me of Anubias which I am fairly certain was your point. Though the image I have of the jackal is a small black jackal in an imaginary friend sort of presentation. Though his spirit is that of the aforementioned egyptian god.

S2 stood out to me. His in S4 needs to be capitalized... really some punctuation needs tending to throughout.
"His sleek dark black sinuous and silent" kind of threw me off but i loved the stanza so i got over it quickly.
Pfft, I love it overall. Thanks for sharing!