The Creatures Of The Windy Nights Poem by Abigail Kaiser

The winds are calling
The hounds are howling
And the night creature are out to play
They're as quiet as the dead
As scary as a beast
And as fun as a playful pet
They roam through the night sky
They call in the winds
If you hear the winds howling
They you'll know they're out and about
No one knows how they came to be
Or where they have come from
Nobody ever sees these crazy creatures
But when they do; the worst shall come
If you watch them play, they'll gauge out your eyes
If you understand their language and cries, they'll blast out your ear drums
When you smell a honeydew smoke, you'll know one is near,
So hide before they find you
Don't look into their very eyes
Even though they are beautifully blueish clear
For they are the death trap of all
Don't let one come near you
For they will try to crawl up your arm to give you a kiss
But you can't let 'em touch you
For their bodies are covered in creepy pointy thorns
Their kisses are more deadly than the most toxic chemical there is on any planet
So when you hear the winds calling and howling
Shut your windows, lock the doors, and turn off your lights
For if they find you you will wish you have never been born.