Fear of small...

'His cold dark eyes
Gnaw at my soul
He follows me
Everywhere
He gnaws at my very footsteps
To me he seems a cute ball of fur
No...he is an evil incarnate
I would like to see him shot
Between his eyes and thrown
on my barbecue grill...'
Her silken, pained, violent thought
Scared me more than
she ever will be of
that raccoon...