He hunts in the night,

For he is a lapdog in the light,

No human can him fight,

In the dark with his devil eyes,

He is a total fright…

Fear invoked in the local populace,

The streets are his, all creatures bow,

Hearing a distant feline meow,

He follows its sound and smell,

To kill and eat this creature that flaunts his presence,

Just as he does and would for man, that being his vow…

Some must be spared,

The bloodline must not be impaired,

To allow some to live, he is killing himself in the end,

This he knows but for now he has a fresh kill,

Again to the depths of insanity he must descend…

          © ed ~ 9/26/05