JadeHawke

The sun is spent and goes to sleep but we hide in the shadows deep. Like panting, sweaty, cats of night we crouch, awaiting, splayed for fight. A shriek rings out! And laughs abound, and this is the surrounding sound. A tinkling bell is heard a-loft and just like that, the game is off. This pack of panthers, fierce and bright, crowd through the door to feast tonight. Forks and knives lie end to end But this line stretches 'round the bend. We slurp it up, our maws drenched red. With sauce and noddles, we are fed. Then full, and tired, the clock strikes ten And we are children once again.