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Four Young Friends

Four young friends, walking unaware,
Laughter drifting through autumn air.
They do not see,
They do not care.

Three friends walking, unaware.
They don’t feel a patient stare.
He’s not there,
They don’t care.

Two friends creep, each one scared.
Suspicious, they don’t dare
Cry out:
“Who’s there?”

One friend crawls, aware.
He saw it ensnare,
Bite,
Tear.