The Hunt Is On

Nighttime falls
and the world comes alive.

The hunt is on
and on this thrill, I thrive.

The grasses sway
and the crickets chirp.

As I lay in wait
for the sneaky perp.

Whiskers twitch
and eyes are wide.

And like a lion
I hunt with pride.

The hunt is on
and on this thrill, I thrive.

Nighttime falls
and the world comes alive.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017

Lead Me On

Lead me on
and break me down.
I’ll still follow
and play your clown.
Your smile charms,
as your body enchants.
My poor heart aches;
it never had a chance.
Bleed me dry
and leave me for dead.
Your kiss on my lips
is the last thought in my head.

© Autumn Siders 2017

Classy

Riddles born of answers
from questions never asked
and hatred disguised in sweetness
from cowards who remain masked.

Details that remain voiceless
in plans not meant to last
made by people who are pointless
and lack any sense of class.

© Autumn Siders 2017

Sad Eyes

Sad eyes scan the room
for something to redeem,
but nothing seems to catch them
and this cure remains unseen.

Lonely hearts are waiting,
two lost souls in the night,
for something yet to come
and only then they’ll know it’s right.

© Autumn Siders 2017

Fave

I tried to tell you all along

that I had your best interests in mind

since your failure to comply

could potentially leave you blind.

All you had to do was listen

and be my eternal slave,

so bring me a treat right now,

tuna flavored are my fave.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017