(this is the first poem, since I was a teenager)
The Wild Beast
Its nose is wrinkled, and the ears are drawn back.
It stares and growls in warming.
Its jaws are open and it’s ready to attack,
Its fur is silver in the light of morning.
Unknowingly I broke the law,
I walked forbidden trail,
And now it’s me who will have to run,
To save my life and tail.
It grows again, its eyes are fears.
It’ll kill me without question.
And I back off upset and scared,
In shock from such reception.
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