{"sf1_id":1938383,"sf2_id":"4nAZWOV1","title":"Beast","author":"Xiamn","words":67,"posted_at":"2022-12-30T10:43:00.000Z","tags":["Eyes","Forest","Hare","Pinna","Poem","Poetry","Teeth","beast","critter","fingers","fur","fury","heart","riddle","spark","woods"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1938383-beast","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/4nAZWOV1","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1938383\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#3 of Poetry\n\nA short riddle-poem I wrote. The answer is in the tags. Try not to peek though.","content":"Through the Woods, it lingers,  \nCovered in thick fur.  \nProvoking it, don't let it recur,  \nOr you'll be missing a few fingers.  \n  \nIts teeth are big,  \nAnd so is its pinna.  \nDespite that, it's been a  \nVictim of Its dwellers.  \n  \nThe feel of fright, in its eyes.  \nFrom critters, it hopelessly hides.  \nThough a fury sparks in its heart -  \nTo the critters, it wants to impart.  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1938068-oh-amore.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1963675-starry-night.json"}}