The night was cold and dreary
as the owl guards the night
the gabble ratchet high above
the timing is right
The rain comes down harder
a silhouetted figure on the run
dogs are in pursuit
there are many with a gun
The figure finds a ravine
a place to hide
pursuers go around it
increasing the chance to survive
The clouds clear
allow the moon to shine
an owl becomes a snitch
crossing a line
The pursuers turn
come back toward the ravine
the figure turns around
lets out a howling scream
The pursuit is over
guns begin to fire
blood seeps everywhere
the situation is dire
The battle is over
the figure is dead
the fire is hot
its coals brick red
The pursuers settle down
for the long awaited meal
the figure is cooked
the wild sweet taste is real
copyright 2021 Debbie Pierce
