The fear of the beast6

The fear of the beast

I set my hand on the ice cold 

Handle bar

As I stare down the

Big boisterous beast

Its fur is as thick as a torturous tropical rainforest 

When it walks it wobbles the whole worlds

The beast hands are the size of bamboo shoots

It began to creep on its knuckle right towards me

Its legs were very sturdy and stocky

I felt like I had nowhere to go  

I felt like I was just cornered in a cloudy closet  

I felt like the world was coming to a close

But when it got closer to the glass

I began to forget everything behind me 

In my mind, I realized it wasn’t there to frighten me 

The “beast” wasn't there to bury me in memory

It was there to show me the beauty in 

Wild life

It's not there to kill you like a knife 

It was there to inspire us 

With elegance