Harry Bradshaw – A Dark Autumn’s Eve

A Dark Autumn’s Eve

By Harry Bradshaw

Furry feathered locals run, jump and rustle through the bracken,
Sharp, cunning, blood thirst driven hounds’ eyes glow from the deep, dark corners of the briers,
Only visible the puffed steam appearing from their engines within.
The deep squelch and slap of metal tipped hoof canters on and on through the decomposing leaves and wet soggy soil.

Rain undefeated by the pathetic remainder of leaves still clutching on to their homes,
Welts down on the two legged creatures with the fire breathing sticks strapped to their backs.
Thunder strikes, startles all and retreats back to the sky with a monstrous anger, that of which hound had never witnessed before.
Little do they know that they are too late, for I am hidden and it is here I will stay.

By Harry Bradshaw
1st year student,
Coláiste Bhaile Chláír,

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