caught a glimpse in the deep bush
glowing eyes of red in the distance
silence of several days
unheard noise coming from the woods
not even a leaf swaying in the wind
for there is not a gentle breeze
a look back a jack rabbit running across the field
not even a butterfly in the air
moon is visible in the blue sky
an eerie feeling not a soul in sight
climbing down a mountain
there is a blinding light
I cannot even see I fallen in a tree
a distant noise coming near
slight breeze picking up speed
sound of blades do not know
where it is coming from
high above a shadow being cast down
bushes being cut to the ground
I am being pulled away by the blades
I have not much time
this old man has got a date tonight
I am gonna be chopped alive
for I am just a dust mite
in this old grey beard