Nothing sacred in the dark of night
A woman always walks in fright
The cries of the wise night bird
Calls out warnings never heard
Pale moon-a sliver in the skies
Reflects the evil in his eyes
Stalks his prey by light of day
Nighttime is his time to slay
He hides in shadows and awaits
Hideous thoughts-he salivates
Walking through the park like bait
Something makes her hesitate—
Instincts are a woman’s skill
She knows a man’s are to kill
She turns around the other way
He fears he’s about to lose his prey
He quickly rushes her from behind
She hears him and responds in kind
Arms around her neck so fast
He hardly even notices the blast
Evil eyes squint--shock and surprise
Now experiencing his own demise
He lay in his own blood slowly dying
Finally, your turn and no-ones crying





Loved the surprise ending. Chilling imagery and a "you go, girl!" ending. Smooth story telling at its best...in poetic form. Makes me glad I've a gun permit (and a gun

good luck 












10 old applause
