“The Beast”
Not really sure where it is or what it looks like. I think it has scales since I’m not really a fur person. Its eyes are fire; that much I know.
And I only feel its presence in the quiet moments, looking out the window or driving alone in the car. When traveling, I watch the side roads and ditches, hoping to catch a “glimpse” of a tail or maybe the light flashing on its claws.
If my days get terribly busy, I cannot think of it for long periods: weeks or months. I fear it knows when I’m not aware or remembering its being and that this troubles it. It may be angry. I can’t tell.
When (not if) I find this creature, or it finds me, I must kneel and keep my eyes down; that action is understood. It will either love me or eat me. I have been long enough waiting, and am empty enough now, either way is fine with me.