I see it now,
The thing right there,
Waiting to pounce on the ones who care.
Its silence startles,
Its eyes glare,
Ready to pounce with its evil stare.
It takes a step,
Its shoulders move,
Begging to pronounce in its new groove.
It leaps up high,
They move a side,
The thing tried to move, but WHACK,
It was too late,
And the thing was kissing the ground.