NIGHT OF THE HUNTERS

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