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.
