Scrape

The water cascades over the rocks, flowing into the deep pools below

Above there are soft cotton clouds, surrounding the sun with her yellow glow

We make our way most carefully, footsteps slipping over stone

One wrong step could lead to danger, as we can feel we are not alone.

A sudden noise alerts us, whatever is following is now close by

The sound, a scrape of metal against stone then the most disconcerting cry

Faster now towards the cave, cover we must seek, shelter we must find

We rush into it’s open mouth, safe from what horror follows behind.

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