It slithered, crawled or glided
At the edge of my vision
**Dark, hunted, blurred lines**
**Yellow eyes**
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No good amount of feet
Too many few
A sliver from the corner
But a ragdoll in direct view
It tilted its head sideways
A confused, lost puppy
With its mouth closed yet it betrayed
Teeth clenching at the tunnel of it’s throat
It’s voice was smooth
Warm caramel
As its demeanor turned cold
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