Hungry Beast

As I look outside, the suns scorching stare, that faraway glare,
A man arrives, breaths coming out of him, sweat dripping down his chin,
He looks left and right before up and down, he nods his head not filled with dread,
Eventually he comes to a still, a monsters roar shaking his skull, his core quivering with will,
He greets the creature by the eye and readies his hands, he wasn’t very wise,
The starved beast leaps over leaps and bounds, that sticky saliva dripping erratically,
I shook my head passively, avoiding the heap of flesh that once resembled a human,
Dawdling on the thought would prove no good.