As a very small boy I heard
a shy whisper from behind
The old tree in the woods.
Quietly I saw a strange animal
Unlike any that existed  anywhere else
I befriended it and fed it
nurtured the creature and named
it my existence.
It slept with me,breathed as I did.
It grew strong and tall.
I taught it many skills  it could perform.
Then one day it snarled at me
Baring fierce fangs and looked like death.
I realized it wanted to see me dead.
In fact it was  sure one day I would die.
Since that moment it sits in the corner
of my bedroom.
It looks at me asking nothing of me.
In fact needing nothing from me.
Never sleeping it is
just waiting for something.
I ignore it and we have a mutual truce.
But I dont trust it anymore
It wants to **** me.
But I know in my heart
One of us
is not going to survive this thing.