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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