Child of the night
howling through fangs
that glisten in the moonlight.
Oh, to run free, to feel the damp
grass excite these paws.
This is what full moons are for.
In the "slaughtered lamb"
they told me to flee,
but it isn't my place to question
the why's, the wherefores
of my destiny.
Just in the wrong place
at the wrong time.
Who knew walking on the moors at night,
in thunderous rain could cause
such a change in life?
What have we here?
A scent encroaches
across the air.
The intense aroma,
instantly recognisable.
Fresh meat,
with just a splash of fear.
Being out this late
isn't advisable,
but oh, what a treat.
Scents colour the air
and I can hear every sound.
Off the beaten path I bound,
into the air so still.
Following these senses,
feeling the thrill,
seeking my next meal.
Hunting for the kill.
The fur on my neck rises.
Danger! Unwanted surprises,
but amidst the gloom
I can almost taste the prize In my mind.
The warming blood oozing down this
scorched throat of mine.
Can already feel that special moment..
Mouth drooling at the thought
of warm blood pooling.
Bounding beside boarded up houses,
in shadows, darkness corrupts the air,
but the scent is still there.
Somewhere in the distance
under the full moon glare,
I can smell people sleeping,
but my prey is wide awake.
I can hear their heartbeat in the air.
Around the back of the locked-up supermarket
I sweep across the waste and debris,
into the carpark, lights blaring.
Fangs dripping,ready to feed.
I spot my prey.
Walking under streetlight scenes of grey,
shaking with fear, a slight wobble to his step.
Little knowing his fear isn't because it's late,
It's his instinct telling him to run away.
He doesn't know that this is his final day.
With a roar from canine lungs
I leap
Disembowelling with sharpened claws.
Howling and devouring,
slavishly ripping at scraps.
Then I retire to the woods
for a well-earned nap.
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Kyle
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