OH
Oh dear lord what should I do now, the other one’s decided to join in the row, ranting and raving, its face is all red, I’ll hide under the covers, the ones on my bed, its bigger than me by half again, its intention to cause me some terrible pain,
But like most big creatures, that shuffle about, it can hardly see further than the end of its snout, if I stand quite, quiet and don’t make a sound, it will shuffle right passed me and I wont be found, the ground is now shaking its getting quite near, with little beady eyes it diligently peers,
Seeking a morsel on which to feast, it really is a hideous beast, it would really pay not to get in its way, while its hunting and stalking and seeking its pray, like most witless predators, it relies on its size, not soft on its feet, with the art of surprise, it blunders about with a bellowing shout, sometimes you’d think it insane, it’s a mystery to me why it dose that you see, I think it’s the size of the brain,
The mating of such isn’t clear very much, but it’s plainly not pleasant to view, because of it size its ultimate prize, is one that is younger or such
Eye contact is mentioned, and clearly defined, in notes that were took at the zoo, the sniffing of rears isn’t really as clear, as to why they do what they do.
It does well not goad them or to provoke them, as there want to go off on a rage, stay out of the way, don’t go near the bars, and don’t get to close to the cage, throw it some meat, it’ll think it’s a treat, and it will curl up and be quite contented, it will use its tongue to clean all the mess, on its self and the other as well, you can tell that they like it, buy the sounds that they make, and of course a sure sign is the smell,
Not nasty or bad, it’s hard to decide just how to describe what it is, and what it is not, not sweet, Not tart, a muskiness there, and memories of the seaside,
What is it you say, you’re describing in prose, what is it that, fits the bill?
I’ll leave that to you, you can think what you like, and you can think what ever you will.
A contest entry
- Let your pen run free! by silverscent.
450 points, ended August 5, 2007, 21 entries
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This was very different to all other entries in the contest. I enjoy prose quite a bit, and although the subject isn't my personal preference it was quite good. Thanks for entering.

