The Unknown

They ran swiftly through the brush

Chasing something of the unknown

Unknown is what they hunt

Unknown is what they kill

They stood, awaiting

Awaiting in the scattered, rotting leaves

Awaiting the unknown

Unknown is what they hunt

Unknown is what they kill

They see things we could never

They protect us from the unknown

Unknown is what they hunt

Unknown is what they kill

They run in the dark

Chasing the unknown

Until they catch it

For I know

Unknown is what they hunt

Unknown is what they kill