There was always something about it

Something we never could put a name too

A smile gone slightly wrong or that funny

Undertone beneath the smile.

We never saw it coming. Coming like a freight train

At a chicken my gramma used to say.

We never heard the rumble of its wheels

Or even glanced up when over us it ran. Like hell

I said at the time, refusing to see the danger, the smile

Gone slightly wrong , the carnage beneath the

Wheels. But just like that it was upon us, in one silly

Unrehearsed moment ignored and lethal.

It snaked out of the ground and grabbed us by the feet

Sucked you down into it. Left me standing there

With my smile gone slightly wrong, bloody handed on the

Hatchet. Killing the thing we were.