The Demon
The gust of wind blew, through the midnight air,
whistling past the ears, and through the hair,
making the dying grass dance, at this given chance.
The large full moon was lit, shining greatly bright,
hovering above, all through the night,
smiling at the world below, watching the great show.
Foxes hunting all sly, sniffing all around;
rabbits cowering, hiding in the ground.
The world is slowly spinning, but what team is winning?
The hunt is at its end; they all have to go;
the show is over; now they all know;
they must flee from the demon, to be a freeman.
But now, what have they got? One down, maybe two,
after a loud BANG!, what do they do?
They have to stare at the rack, the one on the back.
Some are safe, some are not; now the demons come,
they really have to go collect some,
to hang over that thing; dog meat it will bring.
Published in The Longreach Leader, December, 2012