THE HUNTING OF THE KILLER

Hunter

“The wind had risen, swirling dust,

Heat baked earth peeled in crust

Waiting for next scream to burst,

As the killer prowled to slake his lust;

 

But in the shadows, something stirred,

Frightened dogs in the night wailed,

Even as the full moon in sky sailed;

For the hunter now stalked the killer,


The wind gentled and now whispered light,

For no innocent would die this night”

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