The chains held it down,
Ankles and wrists,
As it fought upon the morning mist,
Snarling and thrashing,
With all its might,
The creature broke free,
And let out a howl into the morning light,
The crowd backed away,
As it targeted it's pray,
Walking ever so slowly, teasing its crowd.
If only, if only,
The child had backed away,
Curiosity killed the cat,
As they use to say,
The creature has pounced,
And with a pleading cry,
The mother ran forward,
And said her last goodbye.
The crowd went into a frenzy,
To get out of its way,
The creature had a smirk on its face,
And happily trotted away.
