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Tuesday, 22 May 2012

Prey



At The Light Of Dawn

Patrolling in the shadows of the forests
Senses sharpened, ears cocked, eyes bright
Padding softly upon broken root and branch
Evening sounds echo deep into the night
Slipping silently through the cover of the wood
Inhaling sharp aromas in the evening light
The treeline approaches, pace slows, then stops
The prey that they seek, in the clearing, grouped tight

Distant rumbles of thunder shatter the silence
Float through the night air and falls to the ground
With hard heavy pounding, they strike out on their trail
Covered from view, and muffling their sound
Stalk into the night, sinews tightened, prepared
The path clears ahead, the bones they will pound
No rival will match them, this feast will be theirs
The prey in the clearing will be smashed to the ground

A squawk high above announces its presence
On silent wing, it circles, awaiting the dawn
Under cover of darkness, unseen it approaches
Keen eye from afar, it waits, talons drawn
The sun slowly rises, the way ahead clear
Begins the descent, quick glimpse and it’s gone
Gathering speed, swooping in low
The prey in the clearing so clear in the morn

The prey swiftly wakens to the stunning attack
As the strike from the sky is the first to arrive
The path rumbles louder with a sickening sound
Quickening pace in the fight to survive
Out of the trees burst the strong and the swift
One thought in their mind, the now, stay alive

The prey they are scattered, bloodied and torn


Aftermath

Shattered corpses
Broken bones
Buildings flattened
Broken homes
Sons lost to mothers
Fathers to sons
Townships are broken
Whilst victories won

Rounded like cattle
Penned, tagged, alone
Crouched in small groups
Souls stripped to the bone
Children cling to their mothers
Dazed and confused
Humanity stripped
Hearts bloodied and bruised

Victors dance their merry jig
At their feet souls mourn
The screams of dying innocents
Wail fruitlessly, forlorn
Craven kings of far of lands
Rejoice in hallowed halls
Dawn rises on this fateful morn
And deaths hammer swiftly falls

© Fergus Martin
2012