Poem: the Beast’s Last Meal

I woke one morn to find a strange thing at my door.
A beast so foul and mean oh the things he ate.
I let him in my door and into the center of my hearth.
I first fed him but meager bits but his appetite grew so big.
He demanded more and more each day I woke.
As if I were the pet and he the master.
Soon he growled so loud I’d but one choice to kick him out.
The beast did take on last bite from me.
The bitter taste of it made him spit out all he ever ate.
The poor and pathetic thing retched so sadly.
I had but one choice to leave it be.

Posted in: My Writings, Poems

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