When darkness
Creeps o'er the land,
When the night
Robes the world in black.
That is when I
Come out to play.
Sliding through
The shadows black,
Padding through
A moonlit space,
Down a bank
To the river's edge.
Up in a tree,
I watch the shadows,
Waiting...
Watching...
Just a darkness,
Crouched on a limb.
I hear a grunt.
A boar shuffles out
To drink. I drop,
And it is over.
Comments
Very creative! :D
Very creative! :D
C.S. Lewis ~ "He died not for men, but for each man. If each man had been the only man made, He would have done no less."
I like this! The rhythm is
I like this! The rhythm is sleek, like a panther. ;)
I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.