Creature

It flies above the skies at night

Slowly and surely waiting to strike

It has been circling me for weeks 

Waiting for a tasty treat

With foot long talons upon its feet

And on its wings

And for its teeth

I ask for help to everyone I meet

But they do not believe me 

Especially the police

And when it strikes I hope it’s quick

I don’t want to feel the pain of it.

I really want to run and hide

But wherever I go it goes along for the ride

When I go asleep at night I’m sure to cry

The same will happen when I die

I wonder if it would be better if I took my own life

Or be whittled away by this creature of the night.