The Lurking Creature
A Short Poem of Fiction and Suspense, Where the Forest Hides Its Secrets
In the deep, dark forest,
Where the trees loom high,
A creature lurks in silence,
Watching with a keen eye.
Its fur is sleek and black,
Its eyes a piercing red,
As it moves with grace and stealth,
Leaving nothing in its stead.
A rustle in the bushes,
And suddenly it's gone,
Leaving only a faint trail,
As it moves on and on.
But then a twig snaps loudly,
And the creature turns to see,
A hunter with a gun in hand,
As he aims with deadly glee.
The creature freezes in its tracks,
Its heart beating like a drum,
As it prepares to face its fate,
And the hunter's deadly gun.
But just as the hunter fires,
The creature takes to flight,
And disappears into the night,
Its escape a thrilling sight.
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