Creature of the night

Creature of the night

What is it I hear in the dark,

That makes my spine tingle And my dog bark?

I sense evil intentions

Are the only reasons for its existence.

If it could get me where it wants me

It would laugh at my futile resistance.

 Is it mortal, this creature I fear with all my senses?

Or can it just break down all of my doors and fences?

Nature had nothing to do with its creation;

It is a supernatural and evil abomination.

All I can see is the shine of the eye,

Looking my way as it takes in my scent,

And all I can do is stand here and shiver,

Wondering where all of my courage went.

It watches and sniffs and paces, and advances;

If I run I wonder, what are my chances?

It watches and waits, it sniffs, and hates.

I can feel the evil that it harbors inside.

I was proud to be fearless, but I’m losing my pride.

I can just imagine how it will take me down,

With my back to the beast, my feet thumping the ground.

The fangs will sink into my throat from behind.

The fear that I feel is making me blind.

Oh here it comes, swift death advances,

God knows in my life I’ve had plenty of chances.

As my life flashes before my eyes, at this crucial moment I realize

That the ferocious beast that has just entered the light has got long hair

Of black and long hair of white. Claws on four feet that run towards me.

The creature that would kill me with pure animalistic perfection

Is four feet in front of me conducting its most scientific inspection.

Its whiskers twitch as it sniffs the air;

As my fear begins to subside, I think my chances of survival may be fair,

For I’ve never heard a terrible tale told,

Of a skunk killing a man, young or old.

As I look down at this creature as cute as a kitty,

I step forward to pet it,

My intelligence is something you may want to pity.

The skunk turned around,

Its tail held high,

It sprayed something at me

That hit me in the eye;

I think I found Saddams’ hidden nerve gas,

For the smell alone knocked me on my ass.

Oh lord, why couldn’t this be the beast I imagined in my head?

I may have survived this battle,

But I sure wish I was dead!

Author:  R. F. Sorrell

2/25/2014 - ©