NIGHT OF THE HUNTERS

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Night hunters come
Not quite human, nor animal,
Something in between.

Night hunters come
Not quite human, nor animal,
Something in between.

Sometimes they're screeching
Like some prehistoric bird,
Sometimes they gibber.

Sometimes they speak
In a language like Chinese,
But the words make no sense.

Night hunters use spears
But also have taloned paws,
Like an animal.

Their teeth protrude
Like upon a sabre-toothed cat,
And can chew through bones.

Gibbering as they near
The hunters are closing,
To make a fresh kill.

Businessmen return
From working overtime,
Unaware death lurks.

Ripping the men apart
Hunters eating bloody meat,
As they move on.

THE END
© Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia


Submitted: June 03, 2021

© Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts. All rights reserved.

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