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Snack Beneath the moon

A requiem for despair…

By Kenneth cruzPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

Amidst the darkness, I hear the song of Raptors rage

Their song different, more like a bird in a cage singing to the pitter patter of rain in the night

Stalking their prey, ready to bite

Frozen by fear I hide

Drowning in darkness out of sight

I know they loom near

But I’m stuck here

Just a man, I can’t escape frozen like a deer in car lights

Buried like an ostrich in the sand,

I try to withstand this primal land

But danger is always at hand

The Raptors sound unique their squeals, clicks, and chirps echo tearing at mind

Confidence dwindling, my bravery left behind

I can't escape the pack even tho I’ve been trying

Soon I'll be their meal, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide

Urine and sweat, my pungent scent

Iuring them near

Marinating in fear, I feel so bare

I’ve succumb to despair

waiting for my impending doom

knowing my fate will unfold soon

My life flashing like wall carvings in my new stone tomb

I taste tears as I realize soon

I’ll be their snack beneath the moon

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    Written by Kenneth cruz