The Creature

A creature sat there gloomily

As the sunrise soaked its sight

Not used to such exposure

It was a creature of the night

Daytime creatures looked amazed

To see a creature such as this

One or two had licked their lips

Imagined creature breakfast bliss

The creature felt uncomfortable

But not the least bit unprepared

Though away from things habitual

Still large enough to not be scared

Features of this creature showed

At very least a hefty beast

Not used to being seen at large

Nor any lesser creature’s feast

Eventually with hangdog air

It sauntered back among the trees

To seek a hide where deep inside
There would be sleepwalk guarantees