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