Night Creatures by Molly Mahoney


Night Creatures
Green grass
Turning Brown
Blue skies
Turning black
Howling winds
Picking up
That is when they like to play
Scurry, scurry
Home you hurry
They are coming
Oh no, oh no
Picking victims
Not so choosy
Fresh blood
Is just like love
Scurry, scurry
Home, you hurry
They are coming
Oh no, oh no
Cannot you here them
Sly as a fox
Hunting you down
They are right behind you
Scurry, scurry
Home you hurry
They are coming
Oh no, oh no
You cannot run now
They trail you expertly
Grinning like mad men
They are not sorry
Scurry, scurry
Home, you hurry
They are here
Oh no, oh no