I see it shuffle under the moonlight.
It whimpers like a weakened dog.
What is this creature
How did it get here
How did I get here
I do not know.
The creature begins to move.
Slowly.
And then quickly.
As if it is frightened.
It has nothing to be frightened of.
I too, am a creature of the night.
A ‘moonchild’ some would call me.
But to most, I am just a creature.
Like this one whimpering before me,
And I can do nothing to help it.
