by Martin Shone
Silver starlight pin-pricks the sky
crystal cold light dazzles the eye.
Shadows sneak passed painting them black
they’re searching for a blood-filled snack.
The twinkling deceives as you watch them flicker
the night time show has your eyes darting quicker.
A soundless shadow grows larger as it dives
the dark hungry silence has you mesmerized.
The light show has ended, the shadow is here
you flee but too late as it growls a red sneer.
With quicksilver wings
the night feast begins