Under the cloud enshrouded full moon
in the silence of the midnight hour,
I stand quietly enveloped by the dark,
mist shrouded evergreens.
My malevolent, red eyes are all aglow,
keenly attuned to the night.
Long, sharp, pointed teeth gnash hungrily,
As my empty stomach rumbles uncontrollably.
My super sensitive ears pick up every sound
in the darkness of night.
Extraordinary senses are keenly alert to
everything that moves or breathes.
As the clouds evaporate from around the
full moon a deep, blood curdling howl
escapes my tortured lungs.
With silent footsteps upon the frosty
pine needles I begin my hunt.
A fresh meal of blood and bone I seek,
my unearthly hunger to satiate.
Donavon Scott Vinson
