Just like a feline hunting its prey,
He stalks his victims by night and day,
Lurking in the shadows he hears a voice,
Then he sees a face and makes his choice.
As he trails he can hear them talk,
Laughing and joking as they walk,
The crossroads reached, they bid farewell,
He heads home and she heads for hell.
She arrives home and opens the door,
Then the next thing she knows she's on the floor,
He's slashing at her skin with all his might,
As she's kicking and punching and trying to fight.
Faster and harder as the frenzy sets in,
He relentlessly slashes her crimson skin,
Then roughly dragging her by the coat,
It's into the kitchen where he slits her throat.
The deadly deed now over and done,
He must look somewhere else to find some fun,
So it's out and about wherever that may be,
To begin his quest for number three.
© A S May 1985