Darkness descends on the tower block,
A female lamb bids farewell to the flock.
The moon hangs high in the inky sky,
and an underpass looms in the thick gloom:
A perilous passage home.
Peeking into that dimly lit den,
A glow of eyes peer back through the crepuscular light.
A strong smell of urea indicates
that the dark passage is marked territory.
Clutching a handbag, the lamb wanders in,
keys pressed between fingers,
A feeling of dread lingers…
Teeth gnash and eyes flash
as members of a tartarean pack emerge
one by one.
Sneering jeers meet with the lamb’s tears
as the pack pick at their prey,
Laughing,
Laughing,
Laughing.
First a scarf is snatched,
to detract from another attack:
A swipe of the handbag.
One of the gang lights a fag,
Laughing,
Laughing,
Laughing.
Feeling afraid, the lamb runs away;
outnumbered and scared,
separated from the herd.
The lamb runs for the light and escapes
unscathed (minus a bag and a scarf).
Beware the underpass for it is filled with
Hyena’s
wearing baseball caps.
About the Creator
Rachel Lightfoot
I like to play with words.
Poems, mostly.
https://rachellightfoot.wixsite.com/my-site
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