La Chupacabra

LA CHUPACABRA In the thickets green, it waits, hunched On all fours. Leering, its piercing eyes set aglow, By passing cars headlights. Slowly, the creature moves, almost Without a sound. Creeping across the road towards Its quarry, and salivating. It's a sharp-toothed critter, the size of A small bear, lies in waiting, for His victim to take a misstep. Weaving back and forth, it Strikes against the prey, Until satisfied at the raw Experience of death, has Been concluded, to it's Bloody satisfaction. Flesh to bone, a killer Feasts in the night, leaving Devastation in the wake behind it. Claws dripping, with leavening remnants, A vile thing, an experimental Chameleon blending into it's Surroundings perfectly! It hides in the shadows unto dusk, Stalking, ambivalent to danger, And ever aware of its surroundings. The La Chupacabra, sits motionless, In the underbrush waiting. Where does it come from, is it Fact or myth? Evidences wrongful creation by Misidentification. Only future generations may Discovery the truth. But until then I'll watch closely At night, and if I were you, I'd do the same. One never knows, what may be Lurking the darkness? Or whom might be looking, Right back at you, Hiding in the black shadows of night! BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN