The Beast

A warning poem about a beast. Oh, beasts. Always there in the woods, or are they?

A dame should be aware

A dumb man asks for proof

A danger's in the woods

A dreadful beast lives there

It hunts and roams around

It howls just like a wolf

It haunts this neighborhood

It has never been found

The feet have claws like knives

The fangs are sharp alike

The fight is never long

The fierce beast never strives

And though it always hides

And though you want to hike

And though I want you home

It's true, I have not lied

Author's Note

Notice the last verse.