Beast
#3 of Poetry
A short riddle-poem I wrote. The answer is in the tags. Try not to peek though.
Through the Woods, it lingers,
Covered in thick fur.
Provoking it, don't let it recur,
Or you'll be missing a few fingers.
Its teeth are big,
And so is its pinna.
Despite that, it's been a
Victim of Its dwellers.
The feel of fright, in its eyes.
From critters, it hopelessly hides.
Though a fury sparks in its heart -
To the critters, it wants to impart.