Dark as moon light slips thru the low hanging clouds
Slipping thru the jungle underbrush not making a noise
Only thing I feel is my sweat dripping from my brow
Step by step slowly I move until I see a shadow in the distance
Stopping to stare thru the dense foliage only making out a silhouette
Knowing this is my target tonight
Lowering my body to lie on the ground
I become like a snake to just slither along
Each inch becoming more deadly than a cobra
Not rushing taking my time planning how I shall strike
Now I am so close I smell the body odor
Hear his heart pounding and see eyes with fear
Within arm reach, lying still to watch before I strike
Then without warning like a cobra I strike
With arm around his chest holding tight
My free hand uses the knife
Swift and without a sound
My victim is left dead on the ground
John Thomas Banasiewicz Jr
Copyright 2004
You put us right in the eyes of this killer - a rare glimpse from the other point of view.
Well done.
~Rose~
M.Rose
What or who is the victim?? I somehow got the impression it's a human being. Which makes the whole poem scary; leaving the question open: Why???
Excellent write though.
Haunting prose - well-conceived and written!
Robert
Love Tinka
Wonder what brought it on!?
excellently penned....
Sandie May Angel