Groaning and growling
It’s savage
Foaming at the mouth
Ready to strike
Scraggly hair with teeth the size of huge rocks
It howls
An aurora bursts from its mouth
Spit flies like a boat whipping through the water
It has eyes that glow red
Blood thirsty it starts its hunt
Dodging through a tree it smells blood
It spies its prey
A wounded deer
It’s a trap
But he craves the blood
He lands with a thud
But before he got a bite
A silver bullet penetrates his skull