Feet are pounding on the ground
Clawing, running, make no sound
Sobbing, aching, screaming please
Crouch by the tree, before it sees.
Monsters coming, horrid monsters
with long black fur and sharp teeth,
My eyes flash open and I scream and I stare
For all those horrid monsters, were never really there

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