MensjeDeZeemeermin

At night these silent killers leave their roosts And through the eerie shadows seek their prey. They drop into the air, no need for boosts, And on spread leathern wings make stealthy way. The noctivagant moth becomes a feast With only severed wings to mark his fall, Sounds far too shrill to hear bounce back, released, And draw the dread assassin to their call. The midge out in the mirk dies with a snap And thousands of her sisters share her fate. The insect out too late faces mishap, For there’s unending appetite to sate. Not mice, nor monsters, much less flying rats-- I often pause to cheer our faithful bats.

By Neo-oteric Rhyme... Gotta be in its proper place Strain’s showin’ on my face Gotta find synonyms with grace The meter means I’ve got words to replace. I’m almost a mental case Ten beats to each line or disgrace! So hard to make thoughts all behave… So tough I’m dyin’ Leavin’ me cryin Hear me go sighin’ But I keep tryin’ Synapses fryin’ No I ain’t lyin... Let me get out my books ‘Cause I’m a-writin’ sonnets! Sonnets! I’m a-writin’ sonnets Gonna need lots of books I’m a-writin’ sonnets! Gotta keep accents all flowin' The next line’s gotta get goin’ Next rhyme? There’s no way of knowin’ Frustration by now is showin’ My hands covered with inkstains Lookin’ up accents madly No, don’t use ‘orange,’ there just isn’t a rhyme Dactyls simply won’t work, it’s a crime… So tough I’m dyin’ Leavin’ me cryin Hear me go sighin’ But I keep tryin’ Synapses fryin’ No I ain’t lyin'... Gotta count syllables Cause I’m a-writing’ sonnets! Sonnets! I’m a-writin’