Fear is a Thing that is Hunting Me.

Night Skies

A mechanical predator cuts through darkness,
hovering loudly as it scans back and forth,
back and forth, it's eyes peering through streets
and alleys as it hunts.

It wants you to know of its presence, wants you
to hear, become fearful. It's eyes will see what
it wants, will find its prey through direct action
and pure chance.