The Night Creatures

They walk through the darkness

The night creatures

Searching out their prey

With stealth like accuracy

Gathering pace

As the scent gets stronger

Teeth baring 

Sharpened claws extended

As the prey await their fate

The hairs go up

A sudden quiet descends

Then the screams reach fever pitch

It’s too late

Surrounded

Nowhere to run

They have you

Trick or treat mister

Blast

Caught again.