The trees were thick, the grass was long.
There I was, wrapped in thongs.
My arms were strapped to my back.
I quietly prayed he won't come for his snack.
That's when I heard it.
A scream, a moan, a hushed gasp.
I prayed and prayed it would not last.
The moon was full, and bright.
I hoped that I would last through the night.
Then I heard a strange loud thump.
My stomach squelched into a small lump.
For there he was, nude and wet.
The blood dripping from his horrible mouth.
His meal, a girl, long past dead.
Then he lifted his hairy head.
A single note came from his lips.
A lonely howl that sent chills to my hips.
He then hunched down and fell asleep.
His hunger sated, his dreams to keep.