I Am A Beast - Freestyle Poem
By Sarah A. Kaider
9/19/12
"I am a fiesty beast
orange and black.
I run 60 mph at least,
giving my prey a heart attack.
Some think me cute.
Some think me evil.
I may be a brute,
but at least I'm no weevil.
My fur stands up on ends,
making me look like a king.
It's no wonder I haven't any friends
when all I like is biting.
I lunge for my prey
missing by an inch,
then I grab him and play
but his stench makes me cringe.
I sound like a tiger, don't I?
Well, unfortunately, I'm not.
I sink down with a sigh.
Being a cat isn't nearly as hot."
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