The Cali Garmo

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.