Serving the Moon

The moon is full glowing with all the glory of the Hunter's moon.  

The naked tree branches sway in the breeze that has a bite to it. 

 A creature lurks with red eyes glowing, waiting for the perfect timing. 

He sits and lingers while an unexpected victim rummages through the forest,

The scent of fear floating lingering in the midnight air. 

Only waiting for another minute, the beast races! 

And he doesn't stop until he's on his hind legs,

Bringing up a low growl from the pit of his stomach.

It turns into a grueling howl, bouncing off the trees

With an anticipation that only the animals would feel. 

Then without hesitation, the beast grins and drips down

To face his victim, flashing his claws before swiping once. 

SWISH! 

Now the deed was done, a puddle of dark crimson 

Soaking into the grass to serve to the trees,

The beast giving another dominant howl 

Before blending into the night as though he was thin air...

Author's Note

© ND

It's been forever since I've written anything,
so I hope you like this poem! And in time for Halloween!

The bolded writing is from this group:
http://www.writerscafe.org/groups/Creative-Poetry/3025/forum/15217/

Reviews

[L.G. Knight]

I love the story Quality to it. It's really captivating. Hold your attention. Like a story in poem that you can't stop reading and even when it's done you want to read on. Great write!

[Raven Starhawk]

There is a richness to this that swarms my senses with excellent imagery.

[Poetic Beauty]

You owned this challenge and put our own perspective and creativity into the piece. It is chilling and done very well.