blood draining from his lips
from his last meal
a black shadow was all they saw
yellow eyes reflecting the moon
against the white cracking snow
his footsteps made no sound as he ran
the firtrees covered his tracks
an owl howled his secret
to the night
at length he reached the lights
and the traffic and the cars
he ordered a coffee, human now
but the waiter who looked into his
yellow eyes
saw the moon reflected
and his sharp teeth when he smiled
told the story of his recent kill,
and of a thousand bloody nights


