Hunters of the Night

When the darkness spreads
And humans are fast asleep
Is when the creepy night crawlers
Come out, crawl and creep

When the city lights are out
But the moon is fat and bright
Is when the fun begins
For the creatures of the night

Oh! They are no hooty owls
Or wolves or even bats
They're no cobras or pythons,
Or hyenas or rats

They are far different; vile fierce ones
That you have never seen
With ruined distorted looks
You can't possibly imagine!

They lurk in unnoticed shadows
When you're awake during the day
And when you rest in your cozy bed,
They come out to play.

They've furry skin & yellow eyes
And long strong jaws
They look like they're in disguise,
With sharp teeth and pointy claws

They're faster than cheetahs.
And can hear better than bats
They're swifter than deer
With sharper eyes than cats.

They hunt at the dead of the night
Enjoying it a great deal
If an unlucky human passes by
He'd be monster meal!

Next morning, he'd be gone,
With no skeleton, no evidence, no trace
And not even the smartest detectives
Will succeed in solving this case.

And thus, these monsters dwell,
Unnoticed by anyone,
Even though they exist
Right under this very sun!

I'll end this poem now
About the Creatures of the Night
'Cause it's twelve o'clock -- I'm starving,
And I'm ready for a bite!