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Smug grin,

Leader in rule,

One foot presses the head,

Crashes through the failed skull,

Signal.

 

 

Darkness,

The moon descends,

Creatures of the night here,

Sneaking out of the shadow land,

Sneaky.

 

 

Humans,

Cruel hunters,

A dastardly duty,

Navigating with green vision,

Eager.

 

 

Quiet,

They creep through trees,

Armed for a fight for bounty,

Hands wrapped around dangerous tools,

Ready.

 

 

They wake.

Reptiles scuttle,

The leader directing,

The crocodiles following him,

Fleeing.

 

 

Gun shot,

Weapons fire out,

The sound of death rings out,

They ran as fast as they could: not

Enough.

 

 

Collapse,

One falls: bullet

Crashing through his old mind,

Knocking the leader to the floor,

Defeat.

 

Hunters,

Grabbing the tail,

Some proceed: others back,

Taking their prize back to their base,

Money.

 

The End

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