The Kill

Growling...with teeth bared
I feel trapped,
It's dark and cold
In fear I'm wrapped,

Shivers take over
Closer it gets to me,
A harrowing sound
It will not let me free,

The grip of death, reaching out
And tears escape my eyes,
For I cannot free myself
I finally realize,

Lost in this desolate land
How did this come to be,
My mind plays tricks
This future, I did not foresee,

It towers over eight feet high
Running now, faster
towards me, I am on the ground
For he knows he is the master,

And just before his final pounce
I heard a shot ring through the air,
My hands were shaking, I dropped the gun
Beside me lay the grizzly bear.