A Vampire Quatern
The vampire had another bite;
Her victim didn’t wake and scream.
She wasn’t hungry on that night,
And left him in a pleasant dream.
But roaming through the sleepy town,
The vampire had another bite -
And spat the blood out with a frown:
It tasted awful; quite a fright.
She hunted swooping from a kite,
And landed on a window sill.
The vampire had another bite,
But wasn’t really hungry still.
She’d lost her appetite, she said,
And told a shrink about her plight.
He shrugged. ‘It’s all inside your head.’
The vampire had another bite…
Written 26th April for Andrea’s Quatern contest
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