The Hunt

A footprint, a bloodstain,
A scrap of tattered shirt.
A suspect, a hunch or two,
The girl, six feet under the dirt.

A suitcase, a zipper,
A pair of white running socks.
A hallway, a doorknob,
The sound of clicking locks.

Wanted posters, news broadcasts,
Dogs snuffing and sirens a'wail.
A phone call, a heads-up,
A hut by an old forest trail.

Gunshots and shouting,
"Come out and you won't be hurt!"
A police car, silver handcuffs,
The girl, six feet under the dirt. 

The End

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