Mythical Beast

Hungrily it searches for another victim.
Like a starving dog it scavengers for food.
It eats and eats until there is room for no more.
Inside its stomach is filled to the brim.
Its filled with toys, clothes, books, and the like.
Now it's coming for me!
I don't know what to do!
Creeping across the hall it slowly gains on its prey.
I hope I don't get added to its collection!
Rusty and brown, it's had a difficult life.
Secluded in the corner, it's lonely and neglected.
Always angry it's rage is known by all.
If it catches me I'll end up like the rest.
Just a small toy in a lonely chest.