’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.'
My take on the beast in the portmanteau poem within the story of Alice’s continued adventures in Wonderland. Before the vorpal sword flies, while its jaws still bite and claws still catch, the Jabberwocky eludes the viewer’s eyes to haunt their imagination. — Adam S. Doyle