Quiet like the shadows in the dark.
Undergoing it’s meeting at the park.
Around the way it sees its prey.
Ranting to the sky, “Has it lost its way!”
Another life is taken, but it doesn’t seem to care.
Not until the smoke disperses will it see its wear.
Time is ticking on a broken clock.
Inside the crowds flock.
New to the outside as its prey stalks.
Even on a good day not everyone walks.