Sabre Tooth

There's this poem I read almost a decade ago that is so in line with the subject of my sketch today. So after much consideration, I decided I would share the poem (along with a source) with you. This is to help you understand what I felt before and while making the sketch.
As a side note, the land referred to in the poem is my country.

AMBUSH

The land is a giant whale
that swallows the sinker,
with hook, line and bait
aborting dreams of a good catch
fishers turn home at dusk
blue peter on empty ships
all Peters with petered out desires.

The land is a sabre-toothed tiger
that cries deep in the glade
while infants shudder home
the grizzled ones snatch their gut
from bayonets of tribulation
halting venturous walk at dusk

The land is a giant hawk
that courts unceasing disaster
as it hovers and hoots in space.

The land lies patiently ahead
awaiting in ambush
those who point away from a direction
where nothing happens
towards the shore of possibilities.

— Gbemisola Adeoti
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These are the outlines....

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