Changing The Rules!

The retail park was bustling with activity

with its shops and restaurants.

Multiplex cinema and a bingo hall to

with vast car parks filling.

Another day of the human daily rituals

nature was changing the rules!

 

Creatures forced into smaller areas of land

unable to walk natural routes.

Until now the largest predator the fox

it’s food chain now depleted.

Turning to man for the main food source

was the next evolutionary course!

 

Cunning living up to a revered reputation

adapting to new surroundings.

The once vast countryside ripped apart

integrating with other species.

Escaped large cats becoming acquainted

their DNA mingled and tainted!

 

Their size grew and instincts heightened

and taste for human flesh!

They now started to roam the park

soon as it became dusk.

A pack  emerged from their hidden lair

all seeing eyes  prey unaware!

 

The cinema busy likewise places to eat

the smell driving them on.

As aggression rises to striking pitch

a lone male late for a date.

Circled and ambushed by each beast

ready to enjoy the feast!

 

Dragging him to their underground lair

where mutants gathered.

Mankind seemed oblivious to this threat

as many more went missing!

The creatures numbers rapidly multiplied

man’s dominance defied!

 

Below the surface the revolution had begun!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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The Foxes Gathered!

The foxes gathered in the garden of a town house

that once was open farmland.

Their habitats swallowed up in man’s progress

having to adjust to the change.

Becoming accustomed to the humans presence

their appetites becoming immense!

 

Noticeably their aggression was rapidly accelerating

their lust for flesh uncontrolled!

No longer timid prepared to move in for the kill

humans now the main source of food!

Scavenging for left over food a thing long passed

a dooms day future cast!

 

The threat of rabies had now reached our shores

and contamination in the soil!

Making the once these small creatures grow big

the threatened cull never happened.

Because of the do-gooder who’d saved the beast

now humans their favourite feast!

 

With daily patrols of government armed soldiers

didn’t quell the growing fears!

Suddenly the foxes gathered in ever larger skulks

never had it been seen before!

They were not known to normally hunt in packs

surging down country tracks!

 

Like swarms of locusts they came into built up areas

the in place defences held.

Only a few were injured two savaged beyond help

many foxes were slaughtered!

Yet they regrouped preparing to attack once more

now becoming an entrenched war!

 

Authorities realised they’d under estimated the beast

was it too late to save mankind?

 

The Foureyed Poet.