I wait along the wooded path,
hidden deep within the shadows.
The dark of night is coming.
I can smell the scent of my prey,
Hear his footsteps ever nearer.
Anticipation is building.
I silence my now tense form.
As he approaches, never fearing,
I jump and throw him to the ground,
Ripping the garment from his trembling limbs.
I seek to devour flesh,
Fresh, young, filled with vitality.
I render him from top to bottom.
And in my frenzy, I too am devoured.
Poem copyright Elizabeth Melton Parsons