Forests,Feathers,fins and Fur.

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Green is the colour of the leaves,
Hanging onto the luscious trees,
Deep in the forest,
That no one ever sees,

The rivers trickle along,
Broad and undisturbed,
Surrounded by the chirping,
Of all the murmuring birds,

All of a sudden, their feathers start to flap
As if a hunter is on their back,
Disturbed by the insistent growling,
And the endless howling,

With fur as thick as a jumper,
And a growl that ought to alarm,
You had better scatter,
As you will be better off with an arm,

Patter patter, stomp stomp,
Quicker and quicker,
It starts to tromp,

The closer it gets,
The shallower you start to breathe,
As you begin to feel,
That you are under siege,

The fish can sense the worry,
Their fins off in a hurry,
With not much time to scurry,

Soon there are not many left,
And the clouds have started to darken,
As his claws start to sharpen,

It starts to get closer and closer,
But with a shut of your eyes it will soon be over.