The night was summer warm
two killers’ hearts were cold
the moon was glowing full
they were looking for a kill
they spied a young woman
a soft and easy target
for their moonlit bloodlust
they stalked her silently
their footsteps unheard
except by the young woman
with her extrasensory hearing
when they were almost upon her
she howled to the moon
her fangs and claws came out
and she ripped the would be
predators into bloody pieces
Bob Boyd