In The Dark. Poem by Douglas McClarty

Only nights I see them, like twisting snakes
Eyes sparkling like bright winter stars
They twist sometimes, but always pass me by
Though others have been taken by the beasts
I am careful, I face them sometimes, always wary
Never turn your back I'm told you could be devoured
In the blackest of nights they can take their victims
Some are left by the side unharmed, others die
I have faced one, sometimes two or three together
They are often small, others long twisting, turning
Then they quickly disappear into the darkness.