The Beast

I duck under cover

as the beast comes around,

I breathe very soft

and make hardly a sound

but his powerful smell

and his wandering eyes

will certainly find me

under soft starlit skies.

He’s got furry brown hair,

and his teeth razor sharp

and his claws bent so fine

like the strings on a harp,

and he watches and waits

letting no one come near

is he scared of the dark

or perhaps of my fear?

So I watch and I wait,

for his breathing to slow

and his eyelids to close

blocking out falling snow

For it’s hard to be brave

with something so rare

but I’m protected tonight

by my soft teddy bear.

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