You Try It.

by Loz

Think about it,

How would you feel?

Chased for miles,

Scared,

Hurt,

Running faster, and faster.

Through bracken,

Through trees,

Up hills,

Down dales.

The fear driving you on, keeping you going,

Though you’re tired,

Exhausted.

But behind you there’s a group of men,

Maybe a hundred,

With razor sharp knives, and fists like truncheons,

Laughing,

Smiling,

Enjoying the chase.

And you, still running, but slowing down,

You turn around, and they’re there.

Right upon you, and that’s it!

Still, it’s only a sport,

A bit of fun!

So they say!!