"A manticore I see;
I think it is a she.
It's going to the ocean;
because of the commotion.
It had soft orange fur;
yet I could hear it's purr.
It had a human face;
so I sped up my pace.
I heard a trumpet blow;
It's red teeth it did show.
And then i knew no more;
about the manticore."
A poem by Nancy Christian
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