I couldn't resist having a go at this. I'm not a poet. So this could be a carcrash. But I fancied the challenge. I have gone on an imaginary walk for this; noway would I go walking in the woods at night . . . don't you know there's Night Stalkers out there. . . . .
Hope you like despite not actaully going on a poem walk other than in my head.
Oh yes, nearly forgot. Thank you to bullishink for hosting another crazy writing opportunity!
Here goes. . . .
The Night Stalkers
Slipping silently behind a cloud, the Child’s Moon
felt safe as darkness reigned.
Jagged shadows moved, creeping forward, reaching
and stretching like a witch’s grasping hand.
Ever consuming but always hungry.
Never satisfied but always full.
The cloud drifted forcing the moon to cast her
innocence on the stalkers of the night. Ribbons of light shimmered in the once
murky mist as the Shadow Stalkers scurried.
Life returned. Padded paws prowled. A heartfelt howl
to the moon echoed through naked trees. Thankful to roam. Sniffing at the air; the
scent of prey filled her nostrils. Silently she ran through the biting wind but
welcomed its presence. For when it was pitch black, even the wind stopped
breathing.
An owl swooped. A warning as storm clouds rolled
in, thunderous in their intent, bidding the darkness to return. Shadows loomed, patiently waiting. The air
grew still. Blackness hungrily swallowed the last shining tip of light.
The Child’s Moon could do no more, smothered,
suffocating in the squall, longing it to pass before the rise of her glorious sister.
But the Shadow Stalkers feasted. For it was their night.
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