I look all around and see these beasts
Wandering around in circles with me in the middle of it all
What did I do to deserve this?
Cant I have any peace? Privacy?
I only hanged out with 3 human men nothing more
Eating, drinking, and talking
So why are they slumped in the Attacker's pose?
Gawking? Growling? Am I not one of them?
The eyes of these beasts are red as rubies
Spreaded in fresh warm human blood
Dangerous and fierce they are
But I wont back down
knowing that i back down would be
In fear and cowardness that
I had drown in Im in a hunters pose
ready to attack as I look at the horizon line
I see my human friends coming to my defense
All four of us looked at each other and then fought valiantly
Thank God for True Friends!!!!!!!!! :)
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