LUNA

By Verity Sanders

She has this endearing habit,

Of covering her mouth when she speaks.

But no one knows the real reason,

It’s to hide the bone in her teeth.

She wears pretty summer dresses,

Their colours pastels and pale.

And pretty pink varnish,

To hide the flesh under her nails.

She hosts the best tea parties,

Matching china and pretty cakes.

Eyes shy as they compliment her,

And the effort that she makes.

Over tea they mention the animals,

The pets that have disappeared.

Half eaten livestock on their land,

It was worse than they had feared.

The Reverend would call a town meeting,

It was an idea they liked the most.

‘Great idea’, she said pouring the tea,

‘I’m more than happy to host’.

They all thanked her profusely,

The Reverend thanked her too.

Still tasting the blood in her throat,

She smiled, ‘It’s the least I can do’.

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