Pure Beauty Is Beast Poem by Sarah Persson

In the shade of the forest,
I shift on my feet,
A nervousness thumps in my brain,
With each step I take,
I'm tempted to run,
The acuteness of sound is insane.

With the rustle of leaves
And the cracks of twigs,
I look for a glimpse of the beast,
It's eyes I feel through me,
My skin prickles cold,
Then I see it, its beauty unleashed.

Its eyes are wild, staring,
Each nostril is flared,
My thoughts say to flee but I can't,
I'm frozen in stance,
My cold lips catch a breath,
And I'm lost in a creature, enchanted.

I take a step forward,
Enticed by the challenge,
It twitches and paws at the ground,
And then in an instance,
It bolts and is gone,
Purer beauty in a creature, I haven't yet found.