Run from The Poacher.

Shy as she was anxious she approached,

An elegant animal inelegantly poached

With a look and a glance she was worried,

An escape must surely be quite hurried

Digging and clawing she found her way,

The path it took just under a winding day

To feel safe she had to look back,

And see the monstrous creature

Whose eyes were blank.

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