Little Beast

Little beast was once a man.
Covered in ash and mud
He sat on his porch smoking his pipe,
telling tales of swallowing humming birds whole.
He was known as a giant, but had a small heart
It barley had enough thumps to keep his humanity in tact.

As he got older, he would boast about no longer swallowing humming birds
but had moved on to small children, puppies and then adults.
He never laughed or cried,
He would just sit smoking his pipe,
Rubbing his belly from his latest feast,
Till the earth's inhabitants became deceased.