The Hunt

It begins at midnight
It ends at the break of dawn
there is a feeling of fright
As your blood is spread across your lawn

At first you hear the howling
The very high pitched sound
you then hear their growling
No safety is to be found

They grab you by your feet
Jaw wrapped tightly around your ankles
For sure you are dead meat
you think as you see your blood trickle

The next morning you are gone
No sign of you to be found
Cause they are scared of dawn
And your blood dried on the ground

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