i can feel eyes from the hills
watching me for a long time
could it be gurgling stomach
of a hungry, savage predators
my bow and arrow has no match
they are waiting for darkness
yes, i have to gather firewood
to build fire to push darkness
i know most shy away from light
they'll be skirting the borderline
i remember masquerade party
they become aggressive; naughty
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