Mean Opponent
He stood there looking at me.
I knew his eyes were fixed.
Slowly approaching me, I didn't feel ready to see his tricks.
He was somewhat angry, I could tell by his growl and stare.
We were matched in size but he had something else in his look, like he had passed the point of care.
I decided to back off slowly.
Considered steps I took.
Not taking his eyes off me
He watched the path I took.
At safe distance I slowly turned and heard him call my name.
This cat fight was not worth it, his intent was to kill should we clash and fight.
That is one mean, tough tomcat and I don't need this stress tonight.
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