The Hunted by Laura Grube

Up and down the woods 
sounds of fear and terror were around
The leaves crackling, trees creaking, little screeches
The feeling that someone is creeping along after you
Holding a machete to your head 
dripping in crimson red fluid from the last kill
That’s just your mind freaking you out – it’s not real
But after you hear the creaking and screeching
It all comes back to your mind
Your hands shaking so hard, in a cold sweat
Wishing you were home in your warm bed
Why did you take this walk in the mountains?
Someone is stalking you
You can hear its wheezy breathing, heavy footsteps
Someone or something is behind you
Whenever you turn around you feel 
eyes peeking out from behind
The darkness of the bushes
Once you turn around and see it
There is nowhere to hide
No time to run
The eyes are bright yellow
Teeth of razors
This is it
You will not be found
Not even your bones
You're caught, so give up
The cougar will give you no mercy

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