A Walk In the Park
I was out walking in the park
When something grabbed me from the dark
I felt its fangs tear into my flesh
I could smell the blood, sickly fresh
It is quite strange, but at the time
I did not realize the blood was mine
This thing tore at me with razor claws
Had my throat within its jaws
As I was about to breathe my last
This thing was startled by a shotgun blast
I awoke in hospital the next day
I was attacked by a “savage dog” they say
Apparently, that night it had attacked before
Three people lay dead in the morgue next door
They shot at the beast and away it ran
They said “I was a lucky man”
About one month later, around four weeks or so
I was recuperating under a full moon glow
Suddenly a blinding rage filled my head
My toes and fingers grew and spread
Then something forced me onto all fours
As my hands and feet turned into paws
I could feel my bones bend and crack
As hair sprouted down my arching back
Sharpened fangs, my nose grew in length
I could feel within me growing strength
Senses heightened, smell and sight
And I was off into the night
Now I hunt, I am on the prowl
I announce my presence with a piercing howl
I leap and pounce on my unsuspecting prey
They have no chance to run away
I rip and tear with a satisfied growl
I bite and gnaw, I disembowel
Relishing in the guts and gore
But, my hunger burns, I will catch more
They should not be out after dark
On a full moon, walking in the park
I’ll rip and tear, I’ll shred their flesh
Ah, that sweet, sweet blood, so sickly fresh.
©Gary Wayne Hill, 2019
Copyright © Gary Hill | Year Posted 2019
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