Daddy, I saw a man today.
With eyes as black as yours, were.
His coat, knotted and fur, was the dyed dark brown of your hair.
Did I stare, did I stare, did I stare.
He crooked his neck to gaze down upon my being, he peered into my soul.
His voice was liquid melody,
the droplets foamed and oozed down his chin.
A faceless mask of no expression, though, he bore.
Looming, over me, was his presence.
Did I stare, did I stare, did I stare?
As his thought box sunk a level of height to my own,
he curled his mouth, to tongue at glistening teeth,
And then, he ate me.