Gorged.

Some brave beast with hunger and fury has
gorged me with it´s tusks.
It happened when I walked out of the forest at dusk.
The sun seemed to leave me behind like an angry friend.
Still 10 miles to my house as darkness pends!
In the paddocks there´s usually rabbits and fowl.
I can´t here a scramble nor a lame goose now.
I hear a galloping behind me, swallow up the night.
I feel my legs take to sprint I willfully choose flight.
Alas the game is done,
The beast is swift to swift to outrun me.
Is it a bull that´ll buck me or
a bear that´ll tear my throat.
No tis but the occult symbol
With sharpened horns, the tenacious goat.