Feeding

A dark night,
No light in sight.
A man on a bench,
A women nest to him.
He's asleep in her lap,
But he doesn't know--
It'll be his last nap.
He won't sleep ever again.
She leans down.
She can smell her blood,
And her hunger swells.
She waits though,
In the silence of the night.
A dark figure,
Strides up beside her,
And puts his hand in hers.
They carry the body,
To an empty alleyway.
They lay him down
And begin to feed
Upon their prey.