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Dec 2012
Pebbles rotate all around the man
The sound of heavy paws
He says he can fight it, he can
Yet he glances at the creature's jaws

Fierce, yet resembles a cat
A friendly house pet
Not a pet, nothing like that
The time is now set

The sun glows like a bright ball of fire
Light peering through the trees
Being alive, that's all he desires
Creature, I come in peace

Tears stream from his eyes
He clenches his teeth
The man, completely scared at its size
He reaches for his sheath

Many years in the town
Never seen such a creature
All those times, the times he frowned
But never at a creature with striking features

The man knows his sword would not do a thing
The creature roars loud
He takes it out anyways
The cat reacts to the sound

In front of the creature, he mourns
He begs and cries
Carrots and corn
He had everything, but the time is set, now he dies

Its claws, each a sharp knife
The smell of the creature's breath
Thinking about his kids and wife
The time has come, time for death
Written by
Isaac Monge
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