fear cold and wet
hairs alert
feel the eyes on her
her eyes moving side to side in the dark to see
ears open
drinking in the silence
one foot in front of the other, teeth clenched to stop them chatter
no-one there no-one there
praying to a god that is not believed in
to keep her safe
her bed is a groove under a hedge
her food is a found half sandwich from the bin
her drink is a puddle that lays on her way home
her mother cries that she has not seen her for so long
the girl is scared but more scared of home
a noise
her fear overtakes her and she runs
feet tripping over each other in her haste
she drops her dinner too scared to pick it up she runs
trembling under her shelter once reached
tears dripping onto her empty hands
silent tears
on the path she has left
the fox gulps down the sandwich
a noise
fear cold and wet
hairs alert
feel the eyes on him
his eyes moving side to side in the dark to see
ears open
drinking in the silence
he runs

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