The Hunt

Apprehension mushroomed into fear.
Her base instincts kicked into gear.
The stranger followed her ten steps back.
Moving silently, shadowy and sinister.
She cursed the speed she lacked
As the street crowd grew small.
She tripped and skidded off a wall,
But she didn’t dare fall down and freeze.
She ran on, breathing hard,
Headlong on the sidewalk, into the breeze.
The stranger in black
Sped up and appeared ready to attack.
Her heart raced and sweat filled her eyes,
The dead end stopped her cold.
The man took a beat to survey his prize.
She screamed and it pierced the night,
Signaling to all her ominous plight.
This beast armed with a glimmering knife
Would not get her now,
Not while she was ready to fight for her life.

© 2022 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

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