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
As the screams reach fever pitch
It’s too late
surrounded
Nowhere to run
They have you
Trick or treat mister
Blast
Caught again.