Click-Clack-Click

Click-clack-click.
I whisper to my stilettos,
Purring at them not to squeak,
They cackle, oh those foes.

I walk faster. They clack higher.
Click-click-clickity-click...

Zoom. A car comes by,
I jump and I yelp,
Boom it stops, "Oh dear God why?"
Reverse. Screeech. "Help..."

Blaring of cheap music.
Clinking cheap beer.
Hic. Hic. Hic.
Sparking fear.

"Go away" I murmur,
Shocked at my sound,
Readying to scream, I shiver,
As they gather around.

Hoot. Hoot. Then Whistle.
My head. Throb. Throb. Throb.
Click. Clack. I back into a thistle.
Grunt. Grunt. Grunting at the mob.

Growl. Growl. From behind the car.
Woof. Woof. Woofing. And a bark.
No longer from afar.
Fwip, fwip of a tail in the dark.

Shush, shush of the men.
And a wag, wag. Bark.
A bite. A yell. Then two. Then ten.
And clack-clack-clack, out of the damn park.