A reoccurring nightmare I had as a young girl
Involved an old building, and still makes my hairs curl
Too afraid to approach, but proceeded with fright
Oh, how I hated Dad’s decrepit building at night!
The nails all protruded and the boards twisted up gnarly
But it was the sound, a deep growl that was ever so snarly
I covered my eyes as I headed up the ramp
Its incline was mossy and ever so damp
I feared I would slip, yet tried as I must
To pull from that building a tool covered in rust
I questioned whether the tool was truly needed
Or if it was a test of some sort to see if Dad’s words I heeded
Still, I knew I had to obey his orders
I furthered myself both onward and forwards
I swore to myself and told him aloud
That there was a monster in that building; this I vowed
He insisted I was crazy; there was nothing in there
It was merely my imagination; a thought made from thin air
I stepped into the building, and it came into sight
A giant hairy creature that filled me with fright
Its eyes were bright yellow; its hairs long and brown
It looked me up and it looked me down
With a garbled growl of a voice it opened its mouth
Its teeth were sharp and shiny and highly pronounced
It grinned evilly in the dark of the night
The only thing glowing was its eyes with delight
I wanted to run; I wanted to hide
But it was too late I was already inside
The monster had seen me, and this I knew
In its garbled voice it told me, “I’m going to eat you!”
What was this creature that lived in this place?
Was it fast enough to catch me if it chose to chase?
I couldn’t run and I couldn’t hide
I knew it would surpass my speed easily if it tried
It had large feet and springing legs too
My young little self had no idea what to do
Would I be eaten, and this be my end?
Or would Dad come after me, and find a way to defend?
Would I be devoured in the monster’s tummy?
While it muttered and moaned about how I’d taste yummy?
While I contemplated, the creature before me grew
And I noticed it resembled a mutant kangaroo
Should I be afraid of this creature so hairy?
Is a creature like this actually scary?
How could it make its home down here?
Aren’t they native to Australia? I’m nowhere near.
Surely it didn’t escape from the zoo
Couldn’t it have eaten me by now if it really wanted to?
The stronger your fear grows, the more delectable you’ll be
Right now your flesh is not tender enough for me
The monster cried, and I looked down
A dog of mine stood on the ground
Ready to pounce and ready to maim
It was ready to defend its master’s name
Afraid no longer; I with my dog
Instead of the dark, I looked to the fog
We can do this! I said and I cheered.
I realized I had nothing to fear.
When my dog attacked, the creature was torn to pieces
Its garbled threats turned into wheezes
Sometimes I still awoke with fear and with dread
If I woke up before that monster was dead
I forgot whether or not I had gotten Dad’s tool
But, Dad often told a story of the dog he thought was cool
It wasn’t a kangaroo or a mutant of sorts
That our dog saved me from on that building’s floorboards
He said I was little; no older than two
When our dog “Rat Dog” really pulled through
I was sent to the building for something in there
And an opossum came out and gave me a scare
It was a rabid creature; full of disease
And ready to do with me as it pleased
Thankfully “Rat Dog” followed me there
And provided protection; my life he did spare
So whether this nightmare I had on repeat
Had roots from our dog’s heroic feat
I’ll never know, but it’s up for discussion
After all, an opossum is a kangaroo’s distant cousin
It stands to reason that if you’re no more than two
That if you’re afraid of an opossum you’re afraid of a kangaroo
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