The prompt at NaPoWriMo for today is to write a poem that is a riddle.
They seem to come out of nowhere
Lingering around the wooden perches
Hoping beyond hope to make an easy pickup
To be able to single one out from the herd
Round after round, the night wears on
The lonely hunters grow more bold in their quest
And the prey gets more muddled from partaking of the bait
Closer and closer they slither, musk scented and sly
Last chance is upon them, time to make a move
The light begins to brighten, though no one notices
Too caught up in the game of cat and mouse
Will one of them wander along into his lair?