Be Careful Little Feet

Be careful little feet where you are a walking
You never know what is watching, . . .stalking
Some dark beast might be there and skulking
Iron claws and ivory fangs melodiously talking

Some fell and dark, twisted and tortured being
Peering from beneath some stone and seeing
White and blue innocence which is not hearing
Death and torment does come closer peering

Blue eyes wide in fear at shadow it is casting
It cringes and shows it's paw which is hurting
Her nurturing soul a sigh and empathy blurting
It's mouth floods with desire for her savoring

The taste it loves, one of innocence flavoring
She takes it within her embrace and her holding
Its feral grin and predators desire fully waxing
It bites her and snaps her up until she is waning

It drags her back to that dark place unending
Its self its urges and dark needs ever unbending
Restless resting furtive waiting never ending