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Eclipsing the mound of flesh

To ash

It scatters among the rock

Sloshing through the muck

Scooping another Victim

With a gurgle and a gulp

Sickening drool rims the creature’s mouth

Eyes slanted to the left

A devilish grin, and a twinkle in its eye

It dwells on the night

Over the branch in the yard it peers

Inhaling the odor of its target

Whisking through the blades of grass

With claws out, mouth open

I anticipate its arrival

With blood in one hand, and the good book in the other

It withers into the trees

Hissing and shrieking

Plotting its revenge

Another night goes by

Laying still

Waiting for the next visit

For then, I will mark its existence