The Attack

The Attack

Pounding snow on snow

Perhaps his cub was nearby

Teeth with bits in

Under normal circumstance

Crashing through the growth

This would never happen

Tearing roots out

You’ve seen the documentaries

Claws to slice in half

But still, terrifying.

Hunks craved out of trees

So be scared, you are about to be torn to shreds

About to die.

About to be a red stain

And then…

And then…

Connor quelled him with a look.

– Scott Sandwich


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