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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.

But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.

Friday, 4 March 2016

Night Becomes the Hunter

Beware, little one,
Don't stray too long in the moon's bright gift.
Death is in the air,
Silent and swift.
Every creak a signal,
Each snapping twig a call to feast.
Night becomes the hunter,
A cloak for the beast.

Away in the fields,
Be sure to stay in the herd's safe throng.
Death is in the pack,
Reveling in song.
Each bark is closer,
Every yowl and lick of hungry jaws.
Night becomes the hunter,
A pad for their paws.

No safety in the seas,
Not in the warm current or soft ocean mud.
Death is in the water,
Lusting for blood.
Each wave is an echo,
At every shadow the shoal tenses.
Night becomes the hunter,
A boon for their senses.

In the cool desert,
When the heat leaves and the air invites.
Death is in the darkness,
It stings and bites.
Each crack of claws,
Every flick and angry twitch of their tails.
Night becomes the hunter,
And the hunter never fails.

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