Your searching the bush’s

Your friend shushes.

But it’s to late, as it watches.

You hear a sound, a sound so loud,

And then you know, something’s around.

Your friend runs, trying to survive.

But then you see, he slowly dies.

You scream in horror, but you do it quietly.

But it hears you, creeping up silently.

The bushes start shaking,

And the ground starts quaking.

But then you see, something cute emerges.

And on your arm it perches.

But you feel a pain, and look at your arm.

Then you see, all the harm.

Then you realize, it killed your friend.

But it’s to late, it’s dragged you to its den.