Run, Run, Run
Were the sounds echoing in his ears
Faster, Faster, Faster
His legs flew over the asphalt like a gazelle on the mountaintops
His heart beat an unnatural rhythm
Not able to keep up with the adrenaline
But refusing to give out either
Hide, Hide, Hide
All before him were open fields,
With no shelter insight
This may be his last
But he is determined not to go down without fighting
He kept pace as fast as he could
‘WHAM’
The ground rose up to meet him
A hand clamped on his neck
Wrestled him to the ground
He reared his head and heard the sound of ripping flesh
‘yayyy, score 1 for me’
It has become survival of the fittest
An air piercing scream rent the air
He raised his eyes and looked into the eyes of his captor
He was defeated
But he sure will fight until up last breath
He thought to himself ‘it is the 24th Dec and this freaking human have gone on a killing spree again’

Memoirs of a GOAT