It was 12 O’clock and the night was dark,
the silence whilst the town was fast asleep,
Pyjamas, PJ’s, and soft cotton covers.
Out were the hunters ready for the night,
they came, one, two and three.
Violent, hungry and ready for the hunt,
ready to claw and rip-out their bellies.
Concealed in the bushes,
by the roadside they waited for their meal.
They smelt and they sniffed their way to the edge.
As he watched from above in the tallest of trees.
Out came another, not a moment to loose,
as he gingerly crept and sneaked through the trees.
Under the fence, down into the hole,
then up and up and away he did go.
As they all waited which way the game would go …
Frightened, crushed, and left on the road.
As he watched from above in the tallest of trees.
Safe from the sticks and the stones from below,
The words of the night …
By Natasha Parker
Copyright © 2014 by Luisa Natasha Parker
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