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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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