Another Blade of Grass

It came out of the trees like a ghost at midnight. It was so fast that it was invisible, making no sound. It ran through the fields effortlessly. It was a bullet. Its claws sinking into the ground as it approached the unsuspecting couple. Its howl ripping through the night, a murder of crows enters the sky in panic, like a cloud from hell they circle above the couple. I turn away, all I hear is the sound of ripping flesh. As I look back I see it dragging the motionless bodies through the field into the trees. Then the unnerving silence. Suddenly a scream breaks the silence. Another death, another blade of grass.