The Stalker

He howls in the distance.
I stand,

My breathing grows faster.

I hear him racing.
I see him stalking.
He is here.

He is pushing against me,
Shoving me aside,
Violently harassing me,
Pushing me to the
Cold ground.

"What did I do!"
I yell.
He is gone.
Leaving me,

Rushing through the trees,
Going to stalk,
Another prey.

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