The Battle

The sound of a twig snapping ;
Alerts me, Im not alone;
I turn to see my company;
A great animal of dark brown fir;
And Great teeth;
Watching my every move;
It lunges;
Missing only by a hair;
Someone worth fighting!

I run to it, Clawing at it's throat;
I Hit, "
"This will be easy"
I say as he comes back for more.