SCUTTLING

Scuttling fills the awful night
Carapaced-fiends are crawling,
Around a town now terrified
By incessant chirping calling.

Scratching on the concrete outside
Makes everyone live in fear,
Of perhaps some giant arachnid?
That is ever slowly creeping near.

Something dreadful moving
Scuttering wakes the populace,
Hiding in their half-safe houses
Within this malignant place.

Scraping like something heavy
Is being slowly dragged around,
Chitinous forms are burrowing
A few metres below the town

Scaping in the sewerage pipes
Just underneath the street,
Making people stuck inside
Afraid of everything they meet.

Scuttling fills the awful night
As Jurassic leviathans sprawl,
Shrilling fills the pitch-black town
As starving behemoths call.

The clicker-clack of giant pincers
Fills the night once darkfall descends,
Shivering people are weeping indoors
As their final hopes come to an end.

THE END
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Melbourne, Victoria, Australia