# Beast

Author: Xiamn
Tags: Eyes, Forest, Hare, Pinna, Poem, Poetry, Teeth, beast, critter, fingers, fur, fury, heart, riddle, spark, woods

#3 of Poetry

A short riddle-poem I wrote. The answer is in the tags. Try not to peek though.

Through the Woods, it lingers,  
Covered in thick fur.  
Provoking it, don't let it recur,  
Or you'll be missing a few fingers.  
  
Its teeth are big,  
And so is its pinna.  
Despite that, it's been a  
Victim of Its dwellers.  
  
The feel of fright, in its eyes.  
From critters, it hopelessly hides.  
Though a fury sparks in its heart -  
To the critters, it wants to impart.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/4nAZWOV1
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