Footsteps

Stop, listen

Can you hear

Lots of footsteps

Very near

 

In the jungle

Squelch and squeak

Or on the mountains

Cold and bleak

 

On the floorboards

Creak and crack

Or at dancing

Tap and back

 

In the snow

Slip and slide

On the ice

Learn to glide

 

On a boat

Unsteady on rocks

Run away

From hungry crocs

 

Did you hear that

In the woods

The footsteps

In the mud

 

A father walks

With a glock

Silent talks

Chiming clock

 

Children lie

Filled with dread

Baby cries

Now they’re dead

 

Mother screams

Killer whistles

Blood streams

In the thistles.

 

Little Ginge x

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