The prey

“Let me bag a turkey

And then,

I promise we’ll leave”.

The minutes ticked away,

The crowds thinned.

The turkey eluded.

Despite incessant attempts.

At last, he gave up.

Had to give up.

They were about to shut for the night.

Or whatever slices remained of it.

Their footsteps echoed in the parking.

She hustled close to him,

Clinging on to his arm like a lifeline.

Scared of some unseen, unknown waif,

Lurking in the lonely, isolated car park.

Scared of two green eyes,

Blinking in some crevice,

Watching their steps,

Waiting to hunt.

The newspapers were screaming precautions.

To avoid wee hours of morning

Waning hours of night,

Lonely lanes, abandoned areas

So on, so forth.

“ Take it easy honey”.

He comforted her.

Maybe he was still contemplating

That elusive turkey.

She hoped she had

Her pepper spray handy.

A puma bag on her desk

Some twenty kilometers away was er….

Focus. Breathe. Brave.

The car took eternity

To spring to life

Another eternity

Maneuvering turns for exit.

Back to lights and life

Of metropolitan road

Glistening in rainy days.

She breathed.

Relief.

But perhaps a little too soon.

The hunter was still on prowl.

‘twas night still ...

Linking with Trifecta : Week Ninety-Two