I have seen you
lurking around parks at night,
your tail twisting around lightpoles
like a hungry vine;
your breath, a heavy mist
trailing its dulled claws across the ground.
I have seen you, old friend.
But tell me,
what battle have you fled?
What adversary inspired such terror
that even you of valiant darkness,
would resign yourself
to this grassy lot?
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