The wind ceased
the night darkened
the forest shut down
animals took refuge
birds flew away
cicadas and crickets
ceased their singing
a hunter in a tree stand
sensed something evil
too late too late
no time no time to shoot
the approaching horror
an invisible killing force
ripped right through him
stripping his flesh
from his entire body
before he could scream
before he could escape
left him bone dead
a bloodless skeleton
its flesh-less jaws
stretched in horror
Bob Boyd