the shuck
he steps with paws as quiet as
snow
but his coat is black as
spilled ink
as his towering form
lumbers over both men and women
with teeth as sharp as a razor blade
and eyes glowing red with fire
he snarls and hunts along the isles
and prowls dark roads.
you see him when you get out of the car
he stands in the shadows
and the only thing you see is the glow of fire eyes
but you know
what he is
you tell your wife
"stay in the car"
"it's not safe"
"i love you"
you don't know why he's here but
it's better to be safe than
sorry.
why is he here?
perhaps as a
protector
or maybe
he just perfers the taste
of human.
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