it is not
their yellow eyes
that drain me
of my courage

their bristling hair
I pay no mind
I care not for
their snarling lips
or razor’d teeth
or hot, foul breath
their claws
that rake the earth
I see
and give a careless shrug

their spike’d tails
with poisoned barbs
that stop the heart
in seconds

they might as well
have tails of silk


what gives me
cause to dread
is that
I stand
among them
as if I am at home
I touch my teeth
my finger bleeds
and I’ve a snarl
all my own


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