by the black and bubbling gloom,
The air grows thick and heavy
with impending doom.
The beast begins to growl
as it begins to prowl,
lurking...
watching...
waiting...
to shake the trees -
to scatter the leaves...
to jolt the earth with EXPLODING force!
Beware the thrashing claws
as it races across the sky -
snarling...
gnashing...
snapping...
Growling -
prowling...
Soon, like a shadow, it slips away and is gone.
And the world melts together in a million drops of rain.
© Vicki Correia 2023
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