Night of the Moth
Its fluttering wings as it flits round the lamp
That glows in the street that is misty and damp
Clack like a skeletal vampire in flight
And cast evil shadows like bats in the night
Tonight in the alleyways, flea ridden rats
Reach an accord with the street dogs and cats
To prowl with joint purpose this All Hallows’ eve
And follow the scent of the breath people breathe
But only when slicing the jugular vein
Do they find the humans are manic again
The rats lose their heads to a single quick bite
And street dogs and feral cats whimper in fright
And this night a full moon brings other surprises
No creature is safe from what Satan devises
The bat that thought moths could negate hunger pangs
Was wrong because moths aren’t supposed to have fangs
And so on the ground beneath that ailing lamp
The moth flails its victims, it’s fangs red and damp
And there, where they crash down, with thud after thud
A fast growing pile of bats drained of blood
The moth seeks a new lamp; a new hunting ground
Those bloodless bats rise up and stumble around
But somewhere a clock strikes a new midnight hour
And demons give way to a more saintly power
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2022
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