We watched you as you stood by the tree

With stature nothing short of magnificent

Your gait showed us you were not to be reckoned with

 

Slowly you moved to a shallow cave

Your eyes on us as you take your stance

A snarl breaks through your lips

 

With apprehension we continue to observe

Watching your breathtaking display

Consumed by your influence

 

With incredibly explosive movement

You charged us, fist beating your chest

Teeth bore upon your impending approach

 

Fear grasps us, we could not move

The distance between quickly weakening

Only thought, our imminent doom

 

Thank goodness for the glass cage

 
 
 
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