I prey upon the weak, the unsuspecting;
I stalk them in the dark or fading light.
I strike when they’re unsheltered, unprotected.
Until they taste such fear, such all-consuming fright.
Then when I’ve had my fill, once I am sated,
I spread my wings and fly into the night.
Today for dVerse Poetics, our guest host, KB, invites us to write assuming someone else’s persona. I suppose you could say I’ve taken on that of a serial killer (I’m reading too many mysteries these days) but actually, I became a bird, a night hawk. The doors of our poetry pub will open tomorrow at 3:00 PM EST–please join in, and have fun donning someone else’s persona.