Setting its menacing eyes on nonchalant Tena,
the pandemonic marauder from the Amazon foliage,
walked silently through the thickets and shrubs
with its abhorrent nose in the air.
The sabbatical silence of the sleeping market,
occasionally broken by sweeping dry leaves,
and self-banging wooden windows
welcomed the mythical guest from urban legends.
The evil silhouettes of black and white images
on the retina of the creature brought
a crooked smile to its horrendous face.
The canine instincts of the sheepdog
guarding the pen sensed an unknown presence.
Barking and howling in mysterious crescendos,
the sheepdog warned the village of impending danger.
With swift, agile steps, it advanced like a guerilla
as the sheep bleated in fear and panic.
Attacking the plumpest and healthiest sheep,
the chupacabra sucked the life and blood out of them
and disappeared without a trace to surface elsewhere.