Black as the Night

The rabbits hopping on the ground,

barely making any sound

They prick their ears and swivel them 'round,

though there is nothing to be found

Their hunter, silent still,

stalks atop their little hill

The steps of paws, the glowing eyes,

hold it's moonlit night demise

Eyes of grass and pelt of night,

grinning with devilish delight

He slinks down with paws like snow,

and puts on a well planned show

Rips them apart shred by shred,

leaving nothing but the head

He flees to the night,

feeling nothing but fright,

and still he sees no light

The darkness had consumed his mind,

and now it was time to find,

The red and black bug,

in desperate need of a black butterfly hug.